So after I sent nagmail, Apple finally called me last night. Just when I had taken my first bite of supper. I promptly lost my appetite. It’s funny, I really wasn’t expecting the job anymore, but to be rejected — again — was harder than I thought. At least this guy did me the courtesy of calling me instead of sending me dingmail. He gave me constructive criticism and even asked if he could send my resume to a different company that is looking for Mac programmers.
But what bites is that most of the criticism is about things that are inherent. “Didn’t give enough detail about his work.” Hey guess what, the last time I did any work was 5 months ago, and I am rapidly forgetting the details. “Too mellow, didn’t seem excited.” Well gosh, I am a mellow person. So sue me. It doesn’t mean I don’t do good work. It means I’m easy to work with. The guy who called said I came across as tired by the end of the day, and perhaps a cup of coffee might help. Gee, after being interviewed by 12 people, I guess I was more than a little tired. And I did ask for a cup of coffee, but was given water instead.
So I hit an emotional hole last night. By God’s grace it happened to be Wednesday, when our home group gathers. I didn’t want to be around anyone, but they prayed for me and encouraged me, and by the end of the evening I was laughing again. Most shocking prayer: “Lord, continue to close doors on jobs that would not be good for Jon.” Most encouraging statement: “Maybe God rejected them because they weren’t good enough for you.”