Phone rang around 10am while I was mid-stretch after my run, number I didn’t recognize, almost let it go to voicemail.
It was a recruiter. First actual human callback since I started sending things out back in July — not an auto-reply, not a “we’ll keep your resume on file,” an actual 20-minute phone screen scheduled for Thursday!
Counted on the drive back from the pharmacy and it’s application number 47. Not exactly proud of that number, but it’s real, so I’m putting it somewhere other than my own head for once.
A few things were different with this one, for whatever it’s worth —
– cut the resume down to one page instead of two
– stopped trying to explain the gap in the cover letter, just left it as a line item with dates
– applied Tuesday morning instead of Sunday night, read somewhere timing might matter, no idea if that’s actually true
Knee held up fine on the run too, which felt like a small win stacked on a bigger one. Scalp’s been calm the last couple days, so maybe the stress theory holds some water after all — though it’s only been a few hours since the call, we’ll see how that theory’s doing once Thursday actually gets here.