Shut Down but not Shut Up

Every company wants the best and the brightest. So I guess this begets the question: When is it my turn? 

Waiting for that email or sms to pop up on your screen, either sounding the death knell or the victory bell, is an intensely anxiety-inducing process. Symptoms include checking your electronic devices every few hours, eagerly awaiting the (hopefully positive) results. Something churns in your stomach - Expectations is making itself heard.

Days turn to weeks, and weeks to months. Then the realisation gradually dawns on you, as a paying customer feedback comes back fast, but as a job seeker you'll be lucky to receive anything more than a cursory reply. It's like all your correspondence gets sucked into a devious all-consming corporate black hole. You don't know why you didn't get the job. You ask for feedback but receive none. You continue to grasp about in the dark, like a blind man frantically grabbing around, only too happy to latch onto anything that will offer support. But no support will come. To add insult to injury, to them you come across as being desperate. They laugh at your misfortune. They sneer down from their high horses.

You take it like a man. You lick your wounds, and move on. And you tell yourself, next time when you go job hunting, perhaps you shouldn't write about it (or even talk about it), lest you be jinxed.