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PERFECT DELAY
Submitted by: Jas J
London, UKAmbitious, determined 20 year old. :)
Wow, where do I begin? Ok, the start.
So I’ve been working for three and half years at an arena in London. When I first started I was sixteen and was employed to work in one of their box offices. It being my first job, I was very enthusiastic and eager to impress and learn. After a year and a half I became the box office supervisor and loved my work. This year makes it three years since I first began, so when I saw an internal position going for Venue Coordinator it was like every bone in my body wanted it. In that moment right there I realised how ready I was to progress and move away and build my career. I wanted this job and told myself I had to have it. I stopped everything I was doing at that point, updated my CV/resume, wrote a cover letter, and sent it to the appropriate source.
After a week I was called and offered an interview. I was ecstatic and grew more and more confident that I knew I could do it. Every day I imagined myself in the role, researching the specifications, and did everything I could to prepare.
The interview went amazing. I did my very best, and judging by their body language they were impressed. Anxiously I awaited a phone call, curious to know what would happen next.
I was called and told I had made it through to the second stages, and my second interview would take place in three weeks, which would be held with a manager who was away until then.
Very excited by my achievement so far, I wanted this even more. I believed every day that my second interview would go well and I would get the job. I can honestly say I wanted this job more than anything I had wanted before.
Three weeks went by at the slowest of paces, and it didn’t help that during this time I had my tonsils removed and wasn’t feeling the greatest.
Finally the phone rang – it was HR. She gave me great feedback on my interview, but sadly informed me that I hadn’t been successful in getting the job. I was crushed; it felt as if someone had broken my heart. For the rest of the day I cried. I cried in disappointment, and was sad that I had set myself such a high expectation. I felt I let myself down. I stayed down for a few days – it especially didn’t help that I had my tonsils removed and was feeling toxic as well.
I soon picked myself up and read through The Secret book again. I continued to write in my gratitude book and re-channelled my energy.
After two months another position became available, a supervisor position in another department. Curious again, but not excited as before, I went for this position confident that this was the job for me. I received an interview shortly after I applied and whilst I was waiting to be contacted, that feeling of wanting something so very badly came back. I constantly looked through the job details and specifications and grew more and more attracted to it. By now I wanted this job even more than before.
I went against many internal staff, most of them being my friends, which was rough, but we were all very supportive of each other.
After a few weeks I learned that I got the job ⺠WEHEYYY!!!!
Not only did I get this job, that started off being a grand more than the one I failed to get before, but before I even had time to sign the contract the job specification changed, the salary was raised, and I was now supervisor with added responsibilities and duties. $3000 more than the first job, with great benefits and around great people I already worked with, and in the place I want to continue to build my career.
It’s been a few months since I first started and I am still so very happy with the delay of my wants. I am so thankful that I experienced the feeling of wanting something so bad, and after disappointment forced myself to channel my energy into getting it. I am so thankful for that delay, and thank God for giving me the patience and courage to stay hopeful.
My own story inspires me, and I now know I can be, do, and create anything I want in my life. That everything comes from within and is given to us at our own perfect time.