Denise had the best job interview of her life on Tuesday.
By Thursday, she'd refreshed her email so many times her phone probably thought she was trying to resuscitate it.
She'd sent the thank-you email. She'd researched the company. She'd even Googled, “How long does it take to hear back after a successful interview?”
Google said to be patient.
Denise had never been particularly good at that.
This was a woman who once microwaved a baked potato for ninety seconds, declared it cooked, and ate it anyway.
By Friday evening, she'd analyzed every word of the interview.
The manager had said, “We'll be in touch.”
Was that good? Was that bad? Why hadn't she said, “You're hired, Denise, here's your parking space”?
At 1:14 Saturday morning, Denise searched something she'd never searched before.
“Will I get the job tarot reading?”
That's how she found The Paul Hesch Frequency.
“I'm a grown woman with a retirement account,” she told her cat. “I am not paying somebody to look at playing cards and tell me whether I'm getting a marketing job.”
The cat blinked.
Denise booked the reading.
When the session began, she got straight to business.
“Paul, I just need to know one thing. Am I getting this job?”
“Let's see what comes up,” Paul said.
He began the reading.
Denise watched closely, although she wasn't entirely sure what she was watching for.
Then Paul paused.
“There's something about your last job,” he said. “Something that bothered you more than you let on.”
Denise shifted in her chair.
“Somebody took credit for something you did. And you never really got over it.”
Denise stared at him.
She hadn't mentioned that. Not to Paul. Not to her mother. Not even to the cat, who knew practically everything.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “That's a little freaky.”
Paul continued.
“I can't promise what the company will decide. But I think the bigger question is whether this opportunity lets you be recognized for what you bring to the table.”
Denise went quiet.
She'd been so focused on getting the job that she'd forgotten to ask whether it was the right job.
“Well,” she said. “I wasn't expecting that.”
After the reading, she wrote three words on a sticky note:
KNOW YOUR WORTH.
She stuck it to her monitor.
For the first time all week, she stopped checking her email every seven minutes.
She checked it every twenty.
Progress is progress.
And the job offer?
The email arrived Monday morning.
Did Denise get hired?
Well, that's between Denise, the hiring manager, and a cat who has refused to comment.
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