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I enjoy my job. I like working with the agents I work with. I like the other Seniors I work with. I really like training new classes. I currently have a good schedule and for the most part, I'm happy with my job. I would however, like to have more responsibility.
When I'm training I'm in charge of 20-25 agents, making sure they understand what is going to be expected of them. I get the opportunity to work with them for four weeks and by the end of that time, I've developed pretty good rapport with them. Lately, when I'm not training, I've found myself a bit bored at work. When I'm working as a Senior, I'm wandering the floor helping agents, and I like it, but I'm ready for more.
That's why, when about three weeks ago and email came out saying they were hiring three new managers, I figured I'd apply.
At first I just thought about it. But soon I had a few managers ask me if I was going to apply. And not the managers that I necessarily thought would ask. Well, I applied and figure if I get it, great! If not, okay, I still like my job. I heard of other's who were applying, all very qualified, and figured it was worth a shot.
Last week, on Tuesday I believe, I got an email saying I was scheduled for an interview on Friday. So, I told one of my co-workers this and he helped me with some pre-interview questions. I went into the interview on Friday feeling prepared. It was with the head of HR and I looked at it as a good opportunity to get interview practice.
The interview went well. I had a chance to ask, and found out that for the 3 jobs, 17 people applied! Of those three jobs, one was no longer available, and of the two remaining, one has pretty much been given away, which is fine with me. So that left sixteen candidates for one position... Hmm, again thinking, I want the experience...
This week I was speaking with one other candidate and he said that in his interview he had named ME as one person he would pick for the job! I was kinda shocked and amazed. Pleased that he did that, but still just waiting.
I have a "source" at work who tries to keep me informed as much as they are able to. They told me Tuesday that they couldn't tell me how, but that they knew that I was the number one pick to have a second interview! That was very exciting, but still, no news yet. Wednesday, the last day for the interviews, came and went. No news.
Today I spoke with my "source" and they said that I should expect an offer today! I couldn't believe it! Apparently during a management meeting my name was mentioned and everyone there was nodding their head in agreement... I was speaking with my manager and the Senior manager asked me to come into her office. I got there and she admitted that this was a bit informal, but proceeded to give me a second interview. Of course, on the day that I woke up late, threw water into my hair, had no makeup on, didn't brush my teeth, and generally feel gross, I get a second interview for a management position! Good grief, God has a sense of humor!
Well, that interview went well. I don't have the job, yet. My source says the head of HR had high recommendations for me and they believe I'm going to get it. Apparently there are still three positions, one which I still believe is pretty much taken. The job also is "temporary" meaning it would start out as only about 45 days, but most of them turn into permanent within that time.
Either way, if I get the job it's going to be great experience. If not, it's been good experience. I've let the powers that be know that I'm ready and willing to take on more responsibility. I've found out that those same powers have been observing me and are very pleased with how I've been doing, and either way, I still like my job!
If all works out, I may be starting a new job on Monday... I'll let you know!

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