For context of what I’m about to say, please see previous entry. I don’t have a lot of time, but this has been on my heart and just bothering the HELL out of me, so I’m going to cut to the bottom line.
At this point, I’m pretty sure I know why I haven’t gotten the job offer that I’m needing so badly. The previous job was the kicker. I was all but promised and awarded that job.
After ruminating on the issue and via some private notes with a fellow PBer who is 100% knowledgeable on the issue, I came to a pretty solid conclusion of why I don’t get the offers. And it starts with a C.
So, because I have to leave in a minute for a fun event with friends that I’m excited about, I just want to quickly say something: For all intents and purposes, to a prospective employer, my cancer never, ever existed. Nope. Never.
I have locked down my FB to friends ONLY, and prospective employers can peruse my Instagram to their hearts’ content, because guess what? All evidence of cancer has been deleted.
That’s right, you won’t see an inspirational thought, a photo of me plugged into Foxy, the ball of chemo. No ring of the bell, or my friends surrounding me in celebration of the end of treatment. No bathroom mirror selfies hooked up to all of the tubes and bags; no video stories of how nervous I am to get my scan results. To employers, I am a happy, healthy workhorse. I am ready, willing and able to take on issues and raise their profits!
I am nobody’s RED FLAG, do you hear me???
Starting from scratch,
GS
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