Virtual Interviews and Change

Updated: May 11

It's very windy here in Maine today. Far from the quiet, relaxing summer days with a rainy day here and there. Mr. Popadoptalous and I took a brisk morning walk. Nice that it wasn't as muddy as it had been last week.

I wanted a change. But I'm not used to it; it's a bit of a culture shock. First, however, I needed to slow down and regain my health.


Interviewing has been going well. However, the pendulum continues to swing, far left or far right. Kind of the story of my employment (and relationship) history. Looking for the sweet spot. The job which is the best fit is furthest away, and I have to decline. One position might not have the benefits and pay more, and another has benefits but pays much less. Fitting myself into something old but new has been challenging. And with gas prices rising and likely not coming down until November, remote work is good, but I still want to see and work with people. I crave flexibility and socializing. And honestly, I miss having some purpose, not chaos, but purpose.


I've struggled a bit with the Zoom meetings. Because I'm a in-person person, it's been really tough to gauge what's happening and how an environment feels energetically online. My senses need more information. It sort of reminds me how watching cooking shows, at times, you wished you had a smellivision. I need the sensory engagement.


As I have myself, Mr. Popadoptalous has gained a few pounds, and he sighs a bit more exaggerated these days. Since we no longer walk 10 miles, there is no gym nearby, and my weights are in storage, my arm curls consist of a fork, plate to mouth, repeat for 10-20 reps. Consistent nightly dinners are rare when you're single.


So I suppose I need to remind myself to appreciate these slow days and continue to practice the awkwardness of virtual interviews in my spare time. I did meet some very kind people in a bordering town yesterday - that felt good. The season has not started here, like Cape Cod; it's much different during the summer months.


I'm reminded how friends are always struck by my ability to seamlessly accept change. Still, it's much bigger this time than a relationship, town, job, or residence. It's a way of life that's not familiar, and this change feels uncomfortable and, at times, uneasy. In a thank you note, I mentioned that talking about Maine seems like it's a country next to New England; sometimes, it really feels that different.