When it rains, it pours

You’ve heard that saying before… right?

For the past nine months I have been searching, and seeking a job in the Auckland area to utilize my engineering skills. I’ve sent e-mails, resumes, learned the NZ CV style. I’ve made phone calls, and phone calls, and sent follow ups. I’ve even interviewed, many times with both employers and recruiters. I’ve attended immigrant job search workshops and I’ve wallowed in my lack of success and binged on old Law and Order reruns.

About a month ago, I accepted a position at my current retail job as assistant manager and took some time off job hunting during my south island trip and getting proficient in my new role. A couple of weeks ago I signed up for some job boards for the Portland, Seattle and CA area back home, with Boeing and a few other companies. I’d more or less decided I wasn’t going to find anything locally, and I might as well try and find something for back home in the States for when my visa expires.  I had, for all intents and purposes, given up.

But that’s how life works, right? When you least expect it.

I got an e-mail from a woman, about a job here in Auckland. I hadn’t changed my “seeking work” tag-line on LinkedIn, a networking website, and she thought I might be a good fit for an opening she had, she wanted to meet me and see if I lived up to the expectations I set for myself in my profile. I’d gotten these e-mails before, mostly from men, or really sketchy people. I decided that I would meet up with her for coffee, though. What could I have to lose? It would be in a public spot and, worst case scenario, it would mean a free coffee and a chance to practice my handshake.

After our first coffee meet up, we scheduled a second meeting with another member of her company. Things were looking promising. The job would require travel around this beautiful country, and hopefully immigration would let me stay with a job offer for this position. I was ready to say yes; I just needed the paperwork.

Then BAM! Another offer. That engineering firm I’d mentioned in a handful of posts, the interview I had way back when, and the job I really wanted. They were interested. My last communication with them sounded like the door had shut, the train left the station, but in reality, it was just delayed.

When it rains, it pours.

Needless to say, I felt horrible for the woman who started the downpour. She was kind, and saw potential in me. Neither of us knew that  her offer would lead to another. She offered me a position I was ready to accept, but then another offer came just in the nick of time. I broke the news as nicely as I knew, and I signed with the engineering firm.

I don’t start for several months, in fact, not until about the time my current fixed term contract ends. I’ve filled out all the immigration paperwork, and while nothing is guaranteed, I’m optimistic!

I’m ready to get back on my horse, and play the engineering game. I’ve got my thinking cap right here! I’m ready to show others that I am not only competent, but more than capable of taking on a challenge, and to show women out there that we can be engineers too. And we can be GREAT at it.

(And, as an added bonus, we can also now afford more adventures…)