Today, I opened my email inbox eagerly awaiting an email telling me to pack my bags for Kabul, and instead received this:
Sorry my late response – The head of the reporting department is away for a training session next week.
After discussion we have decided not to go further with you in the recruitment process.
Indeed you are too experienced to have an intern position but don’t have management skills to get an officer position.
I suggest that you get some direct management skills and then come back for a reporting/AME officer position.
If you don’t mind we will keep your resume in our pool of candidates.
So, I need experience to get experience I need to get experience.
I’ve lost count of how many attempts I’ve made to get myself over to Afghanistan. In a perverse twist of workaholism and overachievement, I’ve wedged myself into a place in my career where I can go neither forward nor back, nor, as would have been the case with the position above, forward by going backward temporarily.
My head hurts. But that’s probably the half bottle of wine I drank tonight as much as the realization that I’m becoming a bigger fool with each passing day.