No need to reiterate the source of this song lyric, see the first post.
Since changing my name I’ve had to trawl the net searching for all the job sites where I have registered as Mark and either delete those entries or amend them. Most of them I deleted since it was easier to re-register with up-to-date details and CV, plus I didn’t want any database searches turning up two identical CV’s in two different names. Over the last two years of looking I have had two interviews, (one over the phone), and one very short contract job. This has done absolutely nothing for my morale and I had begun to sink into a depressing routine of late nights and even later mornings. The main demoralising aspect of job-hunting is the silence. For every hundred jobs I apply for, I might get one reply. These are usually the “We’ll keep your details on file” type, but at least it’s a reply. I get more replies from the automated jobsite systems than I get from any human. Since I have changed my name I have had more replies than in the last two years! It must be something about being a woman because I get a much nicer class of response as well.
As a result of changing my CV and profiles on the web, I received a phone call this morning out of the blue from an agency who found my CV online. During the phone interview her voice betrayed no outward sign of the “umm-ing” and “ahh-ing” that usually accompanies hearing my voice so I must have sounded ok, plus my CV must have matched what they were looking for as I now have a job interview on Wednesday with the agency regarding a permanent position as a Systems Support Engineer in Frimley. The agency is interviewing on behalf of the client. My second interview in two years, my first as Christine. YAY. I’m ecstatically happy and scared witless at the same time. So, fingers, arms, eyes, legs, wires, everything crossed for Wednesday.
I’m shaking already and it’s only Friday.
Hell, what am I going to wear?