At the end of January I was cruising one of my favorite job search sites and found a posting for a finance associate for the modern art museum here in Kansas City. I read through the qualifications and said to myself, “Guuuuurl………….you could do this.”
I did some updates on my resume and sent it off. Then I completely forgot about it.
Three weeks later, I got a call on my cell phone from the HR department asking me to come in for an interview.
What? Me?
The interview got cancelled twice due to weather and whatever mojo I thought had took a nosedive. Lo and behold, oh me of little faith when it comes to interviews, when the day came things went really well since they didn’t start with my personal favorite interview question, “Tell us about yourself.”
What does that even mean in respect to a job interview? Do you want a rehash of my job qualifications or do you want to know that I never miss The Good Wife on Sunday nights? That question confuses me, but it quite possibly is because I overthink it. And everything else.
Anyhow, we talked about the job, what I’ve done and how it relates to what they need, and I liked them. Very much.
Another three weeks went by and then I got a call to come in for a 2nd interview.
On Friday I was in the basement at work on my lunch break when the HR officer called to offer me the job which I accepted. I called The Big Daddy and we high-fived and giggled over the phone. I texted everyone I knew and then went back upstairs to work.
I’m going to be working in an art museum of all things.
An art museum.
In this roller coaster job hunt of the last several years it seems that I may have finally stuck the landing.
