Irony, Sweet Irony

On August 17th, I interviewed for a fantastic job at the YWCA of NYC. On August 22nd, I interviewed a second time for the same job. September went by and even though I was in weekly contact with the director of the program I was hoping to be hired for, they still hadn't made a decision. October also went by and they still hadn't made a decision. At this point, I was still very hopeful for the position but also a little concerned because I felt somewhat strung along. After not hearing anything for a few weeks, I contacted the YWCA in November. I was told that they were unable to find enough money in the budget to hire a social worker and that they just weren't going to have a social worker for their program. To be honest, I was crushed! I really felt that I would fit in so wonderfully at the YWCA and felt that they had a superb program. But I also didn't want to work some place that could eliminate a crucial role when it was really needed. So I forgot about it and hoped that I would hear something from MJHS.

So, as you know I was offered a position at MJHS last week and I am absolutely thrilled. Today, my phone rang and it was a Manhattan number. I was thinking in the back of my mind that the number looked somewhat familiar but it certainly couldn't be the YWCA. Well, I was wrong. This was the conversation:

YWCA: Hi Carlye, I have a question for you. Are you currently working?
Carlye: I start my new job on the 28th of November.
YWCA: Are you serious?
Carlye: Why, did something change at the YWCA?
YWCA: Yes, we went to war against the board and won. We're now able to hire a social worker.
Carlye: That's heartbreaking. I just accepted this job last week.
YWCA: I knew about our position last week but wanted to work out all of the details before I offered it to you.
Carlye: Wow, how ironic.
YWCA: Well, I wish you the best of luck at your new job, but if for some reason it doesn't work out, call me and we'll have a place for you.

Are you kidding me?! According to a conversation my husband had with his father, "Now that she has a job, employers will come out of the woodwork to hire her." He couldn't have been more right. I'm shocked to say the least, but I also feel honored. As much as I would have loved to work at the YWCA, I strongly believe in everything happening for a reason. I feel like I am meant to be at MJHS and meant to do the kind of work that MJHS offers. It's interesting to think that if the YWCA had called me last week, that I might not have taken the job at MJHS. Again, I think I made the right decision, or rather, the right job found me.

Isn't it funny how things work out?