what's meant for you is meant for you..

I have to tell this story.  This is how it happened.

As you know, I went here on the premise that one big firm was ready to interview me. I got a call June 1st and they asked me when I can I'll be available for interview. I said I'd be there in 2 weeks because I was waiting for some documentation. So I roughly figured that I'd be there on June 16. But basing on the conversation, it seemed I really had a good chance. It felt good getting an overseas call from a prospective employer. It had a whole lot of positive vibe to it. So I got on the plane on June 13th, and was all the more hopeful.

June 16th I called to get the schedule and you'd never guess what happened. They said 2 weeks have passed and they already shortlisted people and it was on process. It was like the nice way of saying "you missed the boat because you took so long". So that meant I got a bit depressed because I flew in just in the big hope of landing that job. And after one day, it went kaput and just literally disappeared into thin air.

I decided to let it go. Maybe it wasn't meant for me I said. There must be something else.

From that day I started looking for other opportunities, and I might say there's a whole lot. But you're not really sure how immediately they needed to fill-up vacancies. Decided to submit applications and try out anyway. As usual, they have a 2-week-haul in of resumes before screening people out and scheduling interviews. I thought to myself that would meant a whole lot of waiting. I didn't mind though because I was new here and I was enjoying the sites like a tourist should. But at the back of my head, I was worried because my visa would expire in 30 days, though I had the option to extend it for a year, I wasn't keen on living as a bum on an expensive city to live in.  But I didn't let that get hold of me. I stayed positive and hoped for the best.

Anyway, the routine was buy a newspaper on a Saturday because they did most of the job postings on that day, and screen and send out applications. Last weekend I did just that. Saw a particular ad which I immediately liked, and sent my application on Sunday. Monday I got a call for an interview on Wednesday. Wednesday I did the interview and knocked it right out of the ballpark and got a job offer. Thursday I signed the contract and got introduced to people. On Monday, I officially start work.

I was here June 13th, and I got the job June 25th. 12 days. 2 weekends. 4 days touring the city. Dozens of applications. 1 call-back, 1 interview. I didn't know it could happen just like that.

I think I got what I really wanted. Stayed away from the kind of work that I did for seven years, and got into the sort of company I belong in. It was a small group of 40 people, with a Sales and after Sales Support/Technical Applications. The boss was young and energetic, and he said after a highly technical but very engaging interview,  It seemed he was the type who pre-screened people, and maybe he thought I looked well in paper that he just had to meet me in person.I guess he just needed to see how I was, if I could speak well and was able to sell myself.  And I thought that was actually what I do best, since I always thought I was naturally a good talker, "lord of the living room"syndrome so-to-speak, and it's been my job for years to engage and converse with people so I didn't really have any jitters going into that room. I think I convinced him pretty well on what I could bring to the table because after the interview he said, "you fit the bill at 90%, the 10% is up to you if you'll mesh well with the team". And proceeded to talk about the company, the job, and the offer. I had a feeling I was the only one they called for the job and he had it on a plate when I came in.

At the back of my head, I really didn't want the same work I had 7 years ago. I wanted a fresh start. I didn't want to be in a big corporation pushing the same stress I carried on my shoulders day-in and day-out. And coming here, I was on the wrong path of getting there again by pursuing that big job and the big stress. What's important is when I walked into the new office, I felt like I belonged. The people I met were young, smart and eager for success. And I was not only the new guy, but the only foreigner there. It was like entering a new home yet everybody said welcome back. It had that feel to it.

I walked out with a big smile on my face. Everyone was right. My friend said maybe the first call's singular purpose was to get you on a plane to Singapore, and what happened next was meant to happen.

I always believed in fate and the whole bit of luck that goes along with it. Positive thinking gets you places. I am now likely to say that my new motto is to always keep the faith and believe. For the rest of the world out there who are still trying, I say this ---> never give up.

I didn't and 12 days later I walked into my dream job. Just like that. I looked up into the heavens and thanked God for this ton of luck, this wonderful blessing and new opportunity for happiness. I thank everyone, all of you -- my family and friends, who wished me well, prayed for me and believed with me.

What's meant for you is meant for you.