I've been through the wringer with the euphemistically named "early career academia" - a hamster wheel of hourly paid, poorly paid teaching in the humanities on a semester-to-semester basis with no security, topped up by freelance proofreading and editing, which AI has now decimated. I have been essentially working seven days a week and all waking hours for about six years, and I decided enough was enough in the last few months.
I found such comfort in very dark times in a particular crafting hobby, and a few weeks ago, a sales-assistant role came up in a shop pertaining to this hobby. It's a gold-standard sort of shop that's won lots of awards, has a huge Instagram following, and a beautiful, classy yet warm vibe. I interviewed for the role the other day and am waiting to hear. I wasn't delighted with my interview - I struggled to give specific examples of customer service, as I have around 12 years experience in retail and customer service but from around 15 years ago. I think I did okay otherwise - I was able to give more general examples. I think they said there are six candidates, and I should hear next week.
I'm wondering whether it was a mistake applying to something so dear to my heart. I've had no success in academia, and life in general isn't great at the moment for numerous personal reasons. I feel I've been rejected by all the things I love. I'm an absolute wreck waiting to hear about the interview and quite anxious about how I'll handle it if I don't get the job - which I've basically convinced myself I won't.
How do people cope with the agonizing limbo and emotional vulnerability? Is this normal?