Monday, May 15 – Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You


Wynton Marsalis, "Live At The Village Vanguard" (disc 1)
 
 
 
 
swear I already wrote this entry once. Maybe more than once.

I seem to be getting in the habit of losing the floppies that I copy these entries onto to cart them around. But it’s more than just that – I think these same exact events happened to me before.

Sunday, I flew back east for another interview. I had really psyched myself up for this one – I studied the company as much as I could, and played out every possible conversation in my head. I was determined to make a good impression at this one. It was a lot closer to home, they work on really interesting products, and the company seems to take really good care of its employees.

My flight arrived on time, I had a bit to eat, found the hotel, studied up on some of the details of the company, and went to bed.

And I lay there. And I lay there. Again.

I finally fell asleep around 3:30 AM, barely in time to wake up at 6:30 for the interview. All this was even worse, because 6:30 actually felt like 3:30 with three hours of jet lag.

The interview itself was actually pretty strange. I met with the HR person first, then about 5 engineers and managers. At least one of them was thoroughly convinced that I didn’t know what I was doing, but two of them were speaking to me like I was already hired. The HR person promised that they would get back to me soon – and they did. I already received a letter saying, basically, thanks but no thanks.

Actually, it was even worse than that – they went on to say that they would possibly be interested in the future, and that they would keep me in mind should something come up that is a little closer to my background. So now, instead of just forgetting about it and getting on with my life, I have to live with this slight glimmer of hope that everything will work out. I’m still checking the phone messages and e-mail several times a day, hoping that just maybe they would call. I haven’t felt this pathetic since I was desperately wishing for a girlfriend back in high school.

Of course, look how that turned out….
 

 
 



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