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I told you I'd be okay from now on. Or at least some of the time I will be anyway. I got a bad news email last night from the Financial Software Company informing me that the position they intended to interview me for has been canceled until further notice and that they'd contact me if it opened up again soon.

My first thought was not to do anything self-destructive like drink the 1/4 bottle of month old Bordeaux in the fridge or to curl up in a ball and wail. It was more like "oh well, that sucks." There are probably a few explanations for this totally reasonable, non-whacked out reaction. One, while the company seems reputable, stable and offers three weeks of vacation to start (!) it was a company that services investment companies and not actually an investment company, thereby automatically relegating it to a last option. The job equivalent of a "safety school" if you will. So it sucks to not have that, but it could be a lot worse. It could be one of my first choice jobs. Two, it was not a rejection and the recruiter seemed embarrassed about it, because yeah it makes you look flaky to cancel an interview at the last minute like that. That was one thing I really hated about recruiting, looking like I didn't have my sh*t together in front of a candidate. It's probably one of the few times that the candidate actually walks away with the upper hand because you know next time around, as a recruiter, you have to be on top of your game. And what sucks about it from the recruiting standpoint is that it's really not your fault, it's one of those things that gets decided way above your pay grade and you're just the one that has to relay the "oopsie" to the candidate.

The whole thing kind of just made me happy to not be recruiting anymore.

There's also a third reason I think I took the news relatively well, a reason guys probably won't get but girls might (or at least I think I'm not alone in this). I'm on the rag. Which, I know, you guys out there are going "But then shouldn't you be all irrational and sobbing uncontrollably and ripping the heads off small animals?" Yes and no. You see, I (and I think a lot of girls) have two kinds of periods: Happy Periods and Angry/Sad Periods. As Paul knows all too well, sometimes I have both types in one cycle. I'm sure those are especially fun for him.

Anyway, I'm having a Happy Period right now (with just a dash of Nostalgia) and so, maybe, this is why I'm okay.

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