I’m Not Crazy

Waiting to hear back from a company about the status of your job interview is kind of like waiting to hear back from the guy you hooked up with two weeks ago after too many Mad Mex margs. You really liked him and you thought he liked you. He was cute and he had all the qualities that you look for in a job. I mean, guy. You hit it off- there was chemistry, a connection. It wasn’t just physical; you swear there was something more. You leave his apartment feeling satisfied and you smirk to yourself, You are awesome.

Days pass. You text and you call. There is a voicemail or two, a wavering “Hey, what are you up to tonight? Haven’t heard from you in awhile.” Suddenly you are Facebook stalking someone you have only met once, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head via status updates.  It’s been two weeks and he hasn’t called you back. You’re drunk on your porch with your friends and you are shaking your head. “I swear, I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy! I just need to know why! WHY!” But you are. You are a little bit crazy (shout out to Dyanna Betts).

So why won’t this company return my phone calls or emails? I made eye contact and connected. I spoke confidently about my internships and my activities at school. They loved that all my experience has been in music and the arts. They thought it was cool I studied in Amsterdam. I wore a cute outfit. The owner of the company even told me I was pretty.

There’s nothing I hate more than when people don’t return my phone calls. It’s that nagging feeling in the back of my head that makes me want to keep calling. The crazy person in me wants to show up at their door (shout out to Lynsey Smith). Like I said, I just want to know why they didn’t hire me.

In the stalkerish vein of this post, I leave you with this song.