"Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words." - Mark Twain


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

What’s an INFP to Do?

Somehow it's the end of August, and after my company was sold and the entire staff laid off at the beginning of June, I've spent the bulk of the summer looking for work. Applying for jobs, taking state tests and figuring out how to navigate the state application process (that particular bit of fun deserved an entire post of its own) have been at the forefront of my summer activities. I've revised, re-written or tweaked my résumé for each application. All of this in the hope, of course, of landing interviews, which have been few and far between. I did have an interview at the end of July, my first in ten years. Yes, I survived, no, I didn't get the gig. I didn't even make it to the second round. Sigh...

A decade (or more) between job interviews is what happens when you tend to stay put and not job-hop. I've never possessed, or even understood the kind of energy required to pretty much always have an eye out for the next gig. I'm not career-driven and apparently never will be, so that way of thinking will always be foreign to me. Are there really personality types who don’t mind being the FNG every few years?

Late last week, I received a call and set up an interview for later this week. So here I am, preparing for said interview, reviewing the job description, learning about the agency and coming up with answers to likely questions about my work habits, ability to play nicely with others, blah, blah, blah. But, in true INFP fashion, the thing that's most likely to make me break out in hives is the dreaded, "Tell us about yourself." I'm desperately hoping no one does that anymore. I know I can't get away with saying, "I'm an introvert and I freaking hate having to do this," but I sincerely wish I could just point to my résumé. Obviously it was deemed good enough to get me in the door or they wouldn’t have called me. As is typical of me, I'll worry about this until I arrive for the inquisition and then come up with something on the spot that I won't remember later. If the stars align, perhaps at least one of the interviewers will be of a like Myers-Briggs type. We introverts like to stick together. Separately, of course...

Friday, August 12, 2016

Attack of the Acronym

I've been submitting state applications at a pretty steady pace for the past two months, and I feel like I finally have it down. There's a learning curve just like anything else, of course, and a few friends have given me some very helpful advice, but it's really been like having to learn a whole new language, between the government-speak of the job descriptions and duty statements, not to mention the alphabet soup of SSAs, SSMs, AGPAs, SOQs and KSAs... OMFG...

It occurred to me that being frustrated at what seemed to be willful obfuscation was getting me nowhere fast. I needed to adjust my mindset and look at the process like a puzzle, a cryptic code to be cracked. I was, after all, dealing with words. So the game took on a new pattern: search the job listings, read the descriptions to find what looked like it might be a good fit, tweak the application and résumé to align with the duty statement and submit. And repeat. And repeat again. Each time I run down the checklist and think, this one is ready to go, and hit submit or drop an application package into the mail, I experience a sense of satisfaction that has nothing to do with the fact that my efforts may eventually land me my next gig. It's about solving the puzzle. It's about persevering and figuring it out. But I don't think I can add "state-speak" to my skill set under Additional Languages...