May 19, 2011 12 Comments
Over a year ago I applied for my dream job. Dream. Job. The exact type school I wanted to be in, the city I wanted to be in.
I was exceptionally (if not overqualified) for the position and since I’d taught adjunct at the same school after finishing my Ph.D. I had a high level of confidence that my application would be well received.
Three months after submitting my application I called the Dean and he told me that they weren’t going to review applications until the following year. I couldn’t resubmit an application because I already had one in the books. And in the mean time I interviewed and got my current job. Which I enjoy, but I know the other job was far more suited for me.
I would have a higher likelihood of success in research at the other school. I would be back in the same town as my best friends. I would have a higher caliber of students.
A few months ago I helped a friend of mine from graduate school apply for the job at my dream school. I sent him my application material as a guide for what they wanted. I found out today that he got the position. And I’m frustrated. That was the job that I’d been dreaming of for years.
There is another position open at the school. I’m tempted beyond all belief to apply for it. I’m on contract here for another year and I’ll stay here another year. But with everything that is happening here I think it would be in my best interest to at least try applying for it one more time.
That school is doing well. I am a far improved candidate than I was when I originally applied for that position. I think I have a greater chance of success this time around. And if I don’t get it, I don’t get it.