I had my interview scheduled for Wednesday morning: meet with department head, receive tour of facilities (funny since I work over there sometimes), tea with staff, actual interview, q&a session. Three hours' worth of fun, all before noon on Wednesday.
Yesterday I received an email from Mr. Interviewer, saying there was a scheduling conflict, and could I switch to an afternoon interview schedule? Well, of course. No problem. I will still meet with department head at 9, but everything else won't start until 2 pm.
Round about four o'clock yesterday, my boss sidles up with a big grin on his face, a grin that I have come to know means some Wonderful Opportunity is about to be offered me, usually involving extra work and/or hassle. "Would you like to lead a tour of the facilities on Wednesday morning?"
Huh?
"The staff from (other library at which I am interviewing tomorrow) is scheduled to tour all our (27) holdings locations on Wednesday morning, and I have another engagement -- could you do it?"
Well, of course. No problem.
So you see, the scheduling conflict that caused my interview to be moved to Wednesday afternoon has turned out to be a tour that I am leading. I have displaced myself on the schedule. And I derive a great deal of pleasure from this farcical schedule-juggling; how perfect, how very like this place.
I will consider it all part of the now day-long interview. It'll be like a Degree Antiperspirant commercial; "Pressure's on, gettin' higher / Difference is, you stay dryer!" I'm sure my interview drag will be pitted out by noon.
Farcical. Good word! It does sound like your day is reaching Monty Python proportions. Perhaps you could lead the tour with a sampling of "funny walks"?
Posted by: Julia | Tuesday, March 23, 2004 at 02:53 PM
Oh, you know I'm gonna.
Posted by: Jo | Tuesday, March 23, 2004 at 03:12 PM
My friend does a wonderful "sprinkler walk," as well as a pretty cool "bus driver walk."
So what shoes are you gonna wear??
Posted by: Karen | Tuesday, March 23, 2004 at 07:02 PM
Faaaaaaaaaaar out!
I would say you were a "shoe-in" for the job. You are going to "walk" right into that position. Just "step" right up to the plate.
Ok, enough puns about walking (I had to opt in for puns otherwise I'd just be naming a bunch of silly walks or other Monty Python quotes that demonstrate why I didn't date much in high school.)
But seriously. Go get em, tiger. Best of luck and stamina on tomorrow's all-day interview.
Posted by: OliviaDrab | Tuesday, March 23, 2004 at 07:50 PM
So? How'd it go? Spill!
Posted by: jen | Wednesday, March 24, 2004 at 09:30 AM