I didn’t get the job. I’m disappointed because I wanted to have a big, dramatic, unprofessional walk-out here. Not for any reason. I’ve simply never done that and it sounds so fun!
I’m actually bummed because it means the other candidate was “better.”
It doesn’t have to mean that.
In fact, we had a good discussion. They asked if I thought that I could have a solid strategy, data points and launch plan ready-to-go in October.
Well, I could. It would mean that I would spend the next 3 months busting my ass to develop it and prove that I could “do it all” while pregnant. It means that I would work longer hours at-work and at-home. It means I’d fit in workouts earlier and earlier. It means I’d be on the road doing focus groups and that I would have less time to spend with S and a lot more stress.
It means that I would shorten my maternity leave to 6 weeks (vs. the 4 months I am scheduled for today) and that I’d likely be distracted from the miracle of Baby T because I would be afraid of losing my new job--or I’d try to work right away from home.
It is better that I stay here. I enjoy the people that I work with and love the simplicity of my routine. I come and go as I please. I can leave to get to the gym or to meet friends for lunch. I can work-from-home on Fridays and I always have people to hustle new business ideas with.
It is better that I stay here because it is not about me. We have enough money. It’s more important I keep my health up and my stress down.