Earlier this year, I applied for a position as content manager at a local publishing house. I didn't get the job: Over 300 applicants were rejected, and I was one of them. Still, I have other applications in with this company and haven't given up hope of eventually working for them, so I follow their Twitter and blogs to keep up with what's going on. This morning I noticed that the company website had been updated to announce their new content manager. Immediately I googled her, to see what kind of a mistake they'd made.
The words "dubious pleasures" in the title to this post should give you a clue as to what I found there: They hadn't made a mistake. No, they'd hit the jackpot. They found some kind of journalistic wunderkind. In a blind comparison of qualifications, I never stood a chance. (I still think I would make a great communications director for the company, but that's neither here nor there.)
But here's the weird part: I wanted to dislike this woman. Really wanted to. I wanted to hate her guts - after all, she got the job that I had wanted. But I just couldn't do it. She seems like a really neat person. She does improv comedy. She belongs to a humorous bluegrass-style band that is going to be playing at one of our local SF cons this summer. She and her boyfriend have a blog where they put plastic dinosaurs in interesting places and then post the pictures they take. How could I possibly hate someone like this? (For more than a second or two, at any rate.)
Hopefully one of my other applications will come through - I think she'd make a great coworker.