You’re in the waiting room, way past the point of enjoying cell phone games, YouTube, or social media. People watching, thumbing through dusty magazines, pretending to be interested in the talk show playing in the background—they’ve all become stale distractions too.
You’ve agonized about going up to the secretary to see how much longer you’ll be stuck here. But you don’t want to be that person. So you wait and wait and wait. Finally, you don’t care anymore. You become that person. The secretary offers a tight smile and assures you that it’ll just be a few more minutes. You sit down. You wait. Nothing. You sigh, take a deep breath, uncross your arms. And then you wait some more . . . till you feel like kicking and screaming like the two-year-old who left an hour ago!
That pretty much sums up my latest season of job hunting. While much of my time was spent being impatient and restless, I realized a few things along the way: