I gotta fight like a girl.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when the world is going to hell in a handbasket, I’ve been lucky enough to be an outlier.

As many people in New Zealand face unemployment during a pandemic, I may find myself back in full time work very soon.

I am one of two candidates in the final stages of an interview process. Before the lockdown began, I survived a panel interview, and today I completed an assessment exercise and the paper work for police vetting.

This would be a dream job for me, doing work that I was born to do. As is usually the case, it will probably come down to “fit”, but I’m really hoping for an offer.

This job is very much in line with some of my career aspirations as a younger person. At the very least, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.

Thanks to all of the teachers in my life, I have the skills, experience and knowledge needed to take on this challenge and to be effective in this role.  THANK YOU.


Update: The recruiter said that I'm not the "preferred candidate" for the job.  There's still a small chance that I could receive an offer.  It might not work out with the other person, they might turn down the job, for example. And if this happened, I'd receive the next offer.  I didn't stuff anything up in the interview or in the assessment, it's just a matter of different skill sets and "fit" apparently. The other person has skills that I don't have, although it wasn't explained what those skills are.  I'm disappointed, but everyone is unemployed, so I'm not going to complain. In happier news, I dropped my phone in the kitchen and the screen didn't crack or break.

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