One of the great challenges of looking for work (apart from the actual looking for work) is the conversations you tend to have with people. Networking with new people is sometimes easier and less stressful than connecting with and catching up with those you already know. Because, inevitably, irrespective of what is being discusses, the conversation always winds back to that familiar yet dreaded question:
"How is the job hunt going?"
The truth is that as an active member of the funemployed, the only answer to that I would like to give to that question is:
"I just accepted a lucrative offer in a highly promising and rapid growth organisation. Everything is as I would like it to be. My professional life is on track, aligning perfectly with my grand plans and now it's just a matter of time before everything beautifully comes together in a way that only the God's could have designed."
Instead I am forced to launch into an excessively long and overly complicated tale of interviews, meetings and online applications that are not quite as concrete as I would make them out to be, assuring my listener that something is going to fall in place very soon. Round the corner. In the near future.
Very soon indeed.
To be honest, my rather ambitious plans of relocating to SEA have yet to hit a brick wall. As with most of these things, I'm still awaiting feedback from potential opportunities. Until they say 'Thanks but no thanks' I refuse to let go of even the slightest bit of hope. But with every conversation with every well meaning member of the human race I do have regarding this, I wish I could give them the news that would allow us to progress to the next level questions in that line of discourse:
"So how are you finding your new job?"
At the same time, the conversations I do have with other members of the funemployed give me support and hope. Gives me the strength to know that I'm not alone, that we're all in it together and that nothing would make me happier than to see one of us migrate out of funemployment to the proverbial rat race. It helps me to make sense of the whole grand scheme of things. To the sense point where it makes sense to me that I've squatted in Singapore, determined to make things work, to fight off roaches single handedly, to engage in domestic bliss while awaiting a more lucrative opportunity. It all makes it worth it.
And even those who keep asking me how things are going, I do realise that it comes from a place of affection. I've been in that situation too. The only thing you can do to help is to ask after them and offer any sort of advice or support. And, unfortunately, the ungrateful wretch in me only wants the kind of help that involves an offer letter.
But this is all a matter of playing the waiting game. As I battle my demons along this (hopefully) short road, I know, if nothing else, I'm really sharpening up my patience skills.
As I firmly belive, it's only a matter of time.