Once went on a 2nd interview with Capital One in New Orleans (for their banking operations center).
Everything went extremely well. They introduced me to a number of people & I felt very comfortable.
When I left, I was fairly certain that they were gonna make me an offer.
But somehow, from the time I went downstairs to catch a taxi back to the airport until I actually boarded the plane back home to San Antonio, I changed my mind about the whole thing.
I couldn’t help but notice the high-water marks, courtesy of Hurricane Katrina, on most of the buildings downtown.
And on the ride back, I experienced much of the same.
A dark, solemn feeling just came over me…and it instantly turned my mood.
I was afraid. Sad.
Naturally, it was after the horrific Hurricane Katrina & perhaps, I should’ve felt more hopeful, more positive. I should’ve been encouraged to be part of the regrowth, privileged even.
But somehow, for whatever reason, I didn’t feel that way.
When I arrived at the airport, I called them back & asked that they remove me from consideration.
I thanked them for the opportunity & their hospitality…then flew home.
I often wondered, “What if…?”
Yeah, this one was pretty short & sweet, heh?
As always, thank you for listening.