By Kaitlin Marie
The day after I posted my confused and dissatisfied musings about Wanderlust, I got invited to a whirlwind job interview. It was a case of unbelievably good timing: I applied that morning and they asked me to come in that afternoon.
The job was a marketing/media assistant position with a really awesome company in the town where I live. It offered EVERYTHING I was looking for and it was right on my doorstep. I felt like my entire Wanderlust conundrum had been answered! If I could land this job, I could start the career I was longing for AND turn my current apartment into the home I so desperately wanted. Ask and ye shall receive, Amirite?
Additionally, I had an INCREDIBLE interview and I fell in love with their company culture right off the bat. Everyone was so fun and laid back. They wore shorts and drank beer and threw beef jerky at each other during my interview. It seemed like the perfect fit for me, and as I left the building, they assured me that I was one of their top candidates and they would follow up with me soon…
But I never heard from them.
Two weeks after my interview, I painstakingly crafted a beautiful follow up letter, detailing how much I had enjoyed the interview and I how enthusiastic I was to take on the job. But still, nothing.
A MONTH after I had sent my follow up letter, I sent a shorter one. This one was mostly just inquiring whether the position had been filled or not. Finally, a week after I sent my last follow up letter into the vast expanse of the interwebz, I received a clipped, formulaic email about how the position had been filled but “thank you for your interest.”
I can’t even convey the depth of my despair. It was like my heart had been crushed in a vice.