I interviewed for a job on September 11th. (a Thursday)
The following Monday, the 15th, I got an email asking for my Supervisor's contact information and thanking me for interviewing.
And I haven't heard a damn thing since then and it's pissing me off. There is absolutely nothing in my file or my work history that my supervisor could even attempt to spin to shine me in a negative light so I have no clue WTF is taking so long. I find it really hard to believe they'd contact her without planning on extending an offer knowing that it could leave tension and hostility when she found out I was interviewing out and planning on leaving (same government agency - different department)
I'm quoting myself because BOOM I got the job. Yesssssss.
I interviewed for a job on September 11th. (a Thursday)
The following Monday, the 15th, I got an email asking for my Supervisor's contact information and thanking me for interviewing.
And I haven't heard a damn thing since then and it's pissing me off. There is absolutely nothing in my file or my work history that my supervisor could even attempt to spin to shine me in a negative light so I have no clue WTF is taking so long. I find it really hard to believe they'd contact her without planning on extending an offer knowing that it could leave tension and hostility when she found out I was interviewing out and planning on leaving (same government agency - different department)
I'm quoting myself because BOOM I got the job. Yesssssss.
runforrest - your H is being an asshole. I hope he's not like this usually. And I am so sorry about your dad. What a wonderful way to memorialize him.
FWIW, I was a spectator at several marathons before running them myself and didn't realize how exciting and emotional it is even for the people who are watching. I think when your H gets there he will see just what an incredible thing it is you're doing.
And I ran Chicago back in 2005. It's an awesome marathon with kick ass crowd support. Even if your H continues to be a dickbag, you will be surrounded by people who will cheer the shit out of you. Make sure you write your name somewhere on your shirt or arms!
Thank you.
And no, he is usually pretty awesome, but for some reason, he is always difficult when it comes to watching me run a race. Normally I just go by myself but I NEED my family there this time and the kids love going to watch the runners. And I don't think it is weird that my mom wants to come now. She was unsure for awhile, probably because of emotions and stuff. I ordered a special racing bib to wear on the back of my shirt with a photo of my dad and I on my wedding day, so that may upset her a bit, but I need a piece of him with me.
It's just so frustrating because this whole thing has been really emotional for me, and I just want some hugs when I finish, you know? The only thing that has really gotten me through the long runs has been thinking about how my dad would've been there cheering me on, and that I'm doing this for him. And I've explained all this to my H, and he knows it too, so I just don't get why he has to make it about him.
I think part of it has to do with the fact that it's emotional for him too, because it makes him think about his dad, but that doesn't mean he gets to be a dickwad.
How sweet. I hope your H gets his head out of his ass.