Interview #2*

I kept a little secret from you yesterday.

While I was on my lunch break at work, I recieved the following email:

Can you come for an interview tomorrow Mar 9 at 8:00.  Please let me know.  Thanks.

Donna C., Head Secretary
Pretty City High School

Last week a job posting opened at the school I volunteered at all last year. Over the weekend I got my application package together and sent it off. It’s the first time in over a year that a job that I am qualified to teach opened at that school, and I had my fingers crossed that they would offer me an interview.

(Or just give me the job. That would be cool too.)

When I read the email I started hyperventilating and freaking out with excitement and stress. I had already been booked to work today, so I suffered through my last period until my prep then I began trying to sort it out with the school board. Luckily they are amazing and found someone to take my day so that I could go to my interview.

I spent most of last night reviewing my notes from my interview in January and trying not to stress out, which (unfortunately) I am prone to do.

I thought I had done a good job, until I went to bed and slept all of three hours.

(Which feels awesome, just for the record. You know, in case you were wondering.)

I woke up extra early this morning, donned my interview outfit and off I went. Today I wore a white collared shirt, a beige, belted vest and black pants. I went with my three inch black pumps to complete the outfit.

As the interview was so early in the morning, I didn’t go in as early as I normally might have.  When I got there I noticed a guy in a suit waiting in the office. I sat down and asked him if he was also there for an interview, thinking that he must be crazy early for it, like I was for my last one. When he confirmed that he was indeed there to interview for the same job I was, I obviously asked him what time his interview was scheduled for.

When he replied, “8:15am”, my heart sank a little bit.

…15 minutes? That’s all I had to prove to this principal that I’m the best candidate for this job?!

At that moment the principal’s door opened and he walked out, shook my hand and invited me in.

(It was also at that moment that I realized that my heels made me taller than him. Bad sign?)

I walked in and was introduced to one of the VP’s that I hadn’t met, and was handed a sheet with five questions on it. FIVE. My last two interviews had at least 8 – 10 questions, and that’s not including the “Tell me a little bit about yourself…” intro question.

In fact, he didn’t ask that at all. After a brief description of the job (two periods grade 10 English, one period grade 10 History) he dove right in. As I began my to answer his questions, my anxiety rose, completely unlike my previous interview experiences. Where my last two were more like a conversation between colleagues, this was like talking to a brick wall. I couldn’t read him at all. As I finished each statement he wrote a few things down, said “Ok” and carried on to the next. It was so nerve-wracking. No encouraging facial expressions. No feedback. Nada.

Just notes and “Okay.”

*sigh*

The entire interview took twelve minutes. I left feeling so unsure of myself, but I’ve decided not to worry about it. If it’s meant to be, it’s going to happen… and if not, something else will come up. He said I would find out by tomorrow evening or by Monday at the latest–depending on how quickly they can reach the successful candidate.

And so, I wait.

In the meantime, I was requested to come and teach History there tomorrow. I’m really hoping that he’ll just let me know while I’m there… but we’ll see.

AH. Fingers crossed!