Had a job interview today. It was encouraging to say the least that I was chosen for this role with K - an internationally renown institute. To be short listed was a moral booster, to say to least. I prepared for it. Studied the role. Even spoke to the senior recruiter about what type of questions that would be asked and how I would answer them - in the run up to the interview. Yet, having done the interview this afternoon I've come away feeling rather deflated. I didn't ace the test. I only just about managed two out of three questions. While the interview went on ok ... and I answered the question in the best way I possibly could, yet I can't help but feel I've fallen short.
Instincts perhaps telling me that '... well, while you've gotten yourself through the door for an interview there are other candidates out there more suitable'. I've caught sight of the other candidates - British or at least Europeans by the look of it. I am probably the only international candidate. Anyway ... I won't know till Friday but something tells me that it's back to the drawing board.
Lord, why is it so difficult to find a place where I would be accepted and be able to fit in. Is there really such a place? Or shall I be temping indefinitely ... with the insecurity of not knowing when the assignment will end and whether I would be able to find somewhere else to be engaged with and earn an income on the side.
Lord, you promise you provide. You promised that you would bless me that my 'cup with over flow'. And that surely, 'GOODNESS and MERCY shall follow me all the rest of my life'. On another promissory note, you promise that Your Aim is to bless us that we may PROSPER. I claim those promises, Lord. To prosper in terms of income and security ... so we can start with a family soon enough.
You promised!
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