Searching for a new job is a very frustrating exercise. Not only must you deal with recruiters who, almost universally are a dodgy lot, but there’s the caprice of the job market to deal with too.
I had a call last week from a guy I used to work with here. He was a top operator, a cool bloke, and very down to earth. We got on well, and I was saddened when he left, though I understood completely why he did – for much the same reasons I have. So he contacted me to say he had a job opening where he worked I might be interested in. Basically the job was as an IT manager with good money and a car tossed in on top. Would I be interested? I would be.
He sent me a link to the job, and it checked out pretty much except for a couple of minor things they were looking for I didn’t have. I thanked him and set myself to apply over the weekend. All good.
Except when I sat down to submit my application, the job had disappeared, seemingly filled. I sent him a message to let him know. If there’s no job to apply for I can’t apply for it. He had no idea what was going on but asked me to send him a copy of my resume, and he would present it upstairs. I’ve done that bow, but no great expectations.
Then there was another job at the CSIRO. I was a good fit for the job, and it’s an organisation I’d love to work at. A positive sign was that someone from CSIRO had browsed my profile when the job came up. Once more, I sat down to submit my comprehensive application (having completed half of it previously), and I was prevented from doing so because, as the site stated, the job had been filled.
As it stands I have but one outstanding application, that with the ATO, but reckon that might take a while to resolve.
In between times, I found myself having a chat to the departmental head at the office cocktail party a couple of weeks ago. We get on well, better than he does with my manager or any other of the managers. I think that’s because we both come from corporate backgrounds, and recognise it in the other. Most of the managers have either been here from day one and progressed with the company without exposure to anything different, or else have come from smaller, suburban companies. By comparison, he and I could compare corporate notes all night. I’m biased, but I reckon it gives us an edge because we’ve been exposed to cultures and practices, both demanding and professional. Anyway, we have similar war stories.
He knows I’m not happy here and appears to understand completely. More than that, he seems sympathetic. It’s an indictment on the company here that he can figure I’d be looking elsewhere, yet not be in a position to encourage me to stay. After swapping some stories, he basically told me to relax and take my time, look for a job if you have to, but don’t feel under pressure to rush it or keep them abreast. He was curious, but the message he left me with was to take my time and make the right choice. In the meantime, he’ll cover my back.
Interesting, but I appreciate it. It’s taken some of the pressure off. I’m very keen to move on, but I want to do it right – and, if I can, I want to make it right with the girl too.
Funny how she informs my thinking. I reckon moving on might be good for us, but need to get in a position first where we have a connection when I walk out the door. She’s moved on, but we’re in communication daily, and it’s fine. I think she’s in a situation where she’s unwilling to commit but unable to let go. That’s a situation that will likely be resolved one way or another when I must pick up and leave.