It has been six weeks and no job yet. Numerous versions of my resume, continuous submission of online applications, 2 job fairs, a series of (failed) walk-ins and with the volume of newspaper I have bought, I may start my own recycling business.

Looking at the brighter side though, I was fortunate enough to get one interview. Yes, you read it right, ONE. At that time, it was already my third week of jobhunting. Depressed, hopeless, and about to give up, I asked for a sign that if I didn’t get an interview within the week, I might as well go home. By Thursday, March 5, I got a call for an interview (Yes! Thank you, Lord!).

The interview was for a Health Performance Executive position in a government-owned hospital, and done by a male doctor and a lady (probably a doctor too but she didn’t introduce herself and she wasn’t wearing a name tag). Questions were:
- why I resigned from my job
- how and what did I know of the job that I applied for
- since my family was in the Philippines, what were my plans if I get the job
- did I encounter difficulties in handling people, how did I handle it
- do I have any problems in dealing with top management

The lady interviewer’s queries revolved on my being a foreigner, why I gave up my job and risk coming to Singapore to look for another job with uncertain results, and leaving my husband and daughter. I really wanted to say, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures” or “it’s my problem, not yours” hehe. Of course, I gave my best answers. I was told that they will give feedback, positive or negative, within 2-3 weeks.

Well, one interview is better than nothing. Last Friday, I called them up and was told that the position is still open and no decision has been made yet. Depression, hopelessness, and desperation starting to rebuild. Another 2 weeks to go, if no call. I really have to go home. 

Six weeks and counting…and again, asking for another sign…