Friday, August 17, 2007
Back to School
Well, it happened, much sooner and much more smoothly than I ever imagined it could. I've been hired to teach English at a Montreal college. I start Thursday. Help!!!!
Oh, and I'm thrilled, underneath all the fear and dread.
Well, it happened, much sooner and much more smoothly than I ever imagined it could. I've been hired to teach English at a Montreal college. I start Thursday. Help!!!!
Oh, and I'm thrilled, underneath all the fear and dread.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Interview post-mortem
Well it went well. Scarily well. But we'll see. The fact that I don't have any real experience in the field will almost certainly re-assert itself in the minds of the interviewing committee members (7 of them!) once the spell of my overwhelming charm fades. But maybe they'll give me a chance if they're desperate enough. They were certainly "with" me during the interview, giving me reassuring nods and smiles as I prattled on and on. God I hate interviews! Talking about yourself for any length of time has got to be bad for the soul. And I could have used a drink of water. But I wasn't late, despite losing the slip of paper with the room number and all other pertinenet information. My mind was in such a whirl after it was over I went 5 stops too far on the metro and had to double back. Luckily that didn't make me late for the babysitter, and all was well. If I could just shake the feeling that getting the job would be worse than not getting it, because I'll have to actually do what I've wanted to for so many years and risk falling on my face.
Now we play the waiting game.
Screw the waiting game! Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos!
(That's a Simpsons joke, as if you didn't know).
Well it went well. Scarily well. But we'll see. The fact that I don't have any real experience in the field will almost certainly re-assert itself in the minds of the interviewing committee members (7 of them!) once the spell of my overwhelming charm fades. But maybe they'll give me a chance if they're desperate enough. They were certainly "with" me during the interview, giving me reassuring nods and smiles as I prattled on and on. God I hate interviews! Talking about yourself for any length of time has got to be bad for the soul. And I could have used a drink of water. But I wasn't late, despite losing the slip of paper with the room number and all other pertinenet information. My mind was in such a whirl after it was over I went 5 stops too far on the metro and had to double back. Luckily that didn't make me late for the babysitter, and all was well. If I could just shake the feeling that getting the job would be worse than not getting it, because I'll have to actually do what I've wanted to for so many years and risk falling on my face.
Now we play the waiting game.
Screw the waiting game! Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos!
(That's a Simpsons joke, as if you didn't know).
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
New news
Well, there's been a whole lot happening lately but the biggest thing for me today is this: I have another big job interview tomorrow! I'm nervous but prepared, I think; the last interview did help me to prepare for this one. Wish me luck!
You know what's funny? D. has a job interview tomorrow too!
Well, there's been a whole lot happening lately but the biggest thing for me today is this: I have another big job interview tomorrow! I'm nervous but prepared, I think; the last interview did help me to prepare for this one. Wish me luck!
You know what's funny? D. has a job interview tomorrow too!
