It’s been a long time since the last time I wrote you a letter during your job hunt. We’ve fought lots of battles since then. Some we won, some we didn’t. But we’ve held on. Somehow we keep skating along paycheck to paycheck, walking that tightrope while carrying boulders.
Sometimes, life calls for a good day hiding under the covers. While five to eight interviews a week is AMAZING, it also means as many rejections. You’ve done everything. You’ve asked if they had any concerns. You’ve asked what was the deciding factor, if you did anything wrong. Everyone has said you were perfect, and they went with someone else for whatever intangible and uncontrollable reason. As Americans, we like to think we are the masters of our own destiny, but the sad fact is so much depends on other people saying yes.
I said yes to you a long time ago. I have not regretted it once. I can’t wait for your future employer to recognize the amazing person they have ready to start right in front of them.
You are Becky fucking Billings. You matter. I love you so damn much it hurts.
I will keep on fighting for you, staying up to help apply to jobs, make sure you have your interview duds ready, write and print out directions, be available to help on the phone when those directions get you lost, and anything else I can do to help you push this boulder down the road.
I’m so proud of you for recognizing bad opportunities from good ones, and to have the courage to know when to move on from places that throw up red flags like calling people dumb and dumber. I love that you won’t let desperation push you into another bad situation.
Go get em. Be yourself. And if they don’t get you, they don’t get to have you on their team. You don’t want to work somewhere you would have to be someone else all the time anyway.