Crack is Whack

I think it's safe to say that I don't understand the Giant Chess Game that is the job market and my company. Remember that job interview I tweeted about? Well, after six weeks of stringing me along, the final decision came back that they were going to go with another candidate that had more experience doing what I had done (or had done it on a larger scale - I'm not really sure). I was asked if they could contact me if they decided to build out the team further, and although it's a tad insulting to be asked to interview for a position reporting to the one I believe I'm qualified for, I didn't want to burn any bridges and told them sure, keep me on file.

So, life moves on and all that. Then this morning I see that they re-posted the job. The same dang job that I applied for that their wunder-candidate apparently fell through on. Or, they lied and never had a better candidate. Either way, I did the Nelson point and laugh.

I balance that out with something that's currently happening in my company. Apparently I am being heavily pursued by another group for all my myriad wonderful qualities - staying on top of things, being consultative with clients, asking the smart questions instead of being an order taker. Which... if I am so damn wonderful (and I am, dammit), why am I in the freaking bottom third for performance.

Crack don't smoke itself. My mind is boggled. But at least my ego feels a bit better.

Also, I have 2 orientations tonight. Bloomer starts Pre-K next week and Boxer starts 1st grade. I am not one of those sappy moms who is going to tear up about the preshus baybees growing up. Thank goodness. I am looking forward to the 6 - 10 ages, where the kids are actual people with reasoning abilities and engaging personalities. Where they can wipe their own butt. Here's to 6 and a half years of keeping my kids alive and thriving.