(Thank you all for your sweet encouragement on my last post. It’s hard to believe with my sparse blogging I could have inspired that kind of reader loyalty and it.just.makes.me.happy.)
Well, Boston told us they’d get back to us within a week if they wanted Josh, and it’ll be two weeks this coming Monday. So I believe it’s safe to say God closed that door.
Arkansas is still an option, but as I said earlier, they’re not looking to fill that position until August, so it will be awhile before they pick their favorites.
Other than that, there aren’t any clear options. Josh’s most recent application was to Michigan, which is closer to my mom, and further from Josh’s parents.
I keep telling Josh he needs to be calling these companies that have his application at least weekly. That’s how I got my teaching job (my one and only professional job). I never heard from them, so I kept calling… and calling… and when that second PreK3 class opened unexpectedly in the beginning of August, who was fresh in their memory? Me. Not that I really wanted to teach three-year-olds… but I did need a job.
Come to think of it, that’s how I got into Taylor [University], too. I followed Josh to Grace College after high school, and when he changed his major to engineering and applied to transfer to Taylor after freshman year, I did the rational girlfriend-thing and applied as well.
But when the time came to register for spring classes at Grace and I still hadn’t heard from Taylor, what did I do? I called. And called. And called. Turns out the guy was on vacation. When I finally got him, his words to me were: Oh, I see your application right here on my desk. Let me take a look and call you back.
He called me back within an hour and accepted me over the phone.
Because I *am* the persistent widow.
But being annoying like that just isn’t in Josh’s nature.
Maybe I should be making these calls for him. 🙂
Ah, Taylor. 🙂 My husband’s siblings (all three of them) went to Taylor. Two of them graduated; one transferred. I’m glad my husband bucked the family trend and went to Messiah College (in PA), where he met me! 😀
He seriously needs to be making those calls. That’s when I’d write down the phone number and put it under his nose and hand him the phone.
That’s what I did with my hubs when he switched jobs. He just needed a little sweet encouragement.
“I’ll fix you a snack while you call ____ company!” as you hand him the phone.
Because it’s your life, too. Help meet, and all that.
To argue for the introverts: There’s something to be said for not calling, too. Being annoying by calling all the time can definitely be a detriment to being selected for a position, depending on the person you’re calling. Being seen as too forward, desperate, or just annoying, can make a hiring manager toss your resume. One follow up call, and maybe two, spaced a reasonable time apart is appropriate, but, in many industries, calling more than that would be inappropriate.
And, Beth, I’ve been in your shoes, too, with a husband looking for work, impatiently wishing he’d (in my mind) work harder at it. Josh will do the job search thing at his own pace and end up with a job that fits him well. I mean, you have a genius rocket-science husband- he’ll definitely manage to find a very good job!
Oh gosh, I hope I didn’t come across as thinking he wasn’t working hard enough on the job search! He’s definitely working as hard as he can while he does everything else on his plate right now.
(For the record)