Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Watch Me Blow this Job

I had an interview for my dream job last week… in Chile. (the interview wasn’t in Chile, the job is)

Since my husband is Chilean and I have always been strangely fascinated with the whole Spanish/Latin-American “thing” we have talked about moving back to Chile to live. I have always thought that if I did live in Chile, I would want THIS job. So, after months of jobless (depressing as all hell) job-searching in this hemisphere, when this job was advertised, I figured it was DESTINY (like, what else could it be?) and I applied, ecstatically.

There were a few things that give me pause. The “chosen one” must be in Santiago at the end of January… which if you are calculating, makes for a very fast cross-continent move (which would be hell, really, for a few months)… but for this job, I am willing. It would mean at least a year of grueling work, with a full time job and trying to finish my Ph.D., long distance and get settled in a new country.... but for this job, I am willing. Plus, I do still have some unresolved feelings about living in Chile for the rest of all eternity. I lived there for almost 4 years, so I know exactly what I am getting into, but for this job (and my husband), I am willing (to at least give it a try for at least a few years—that sounds fair, right?)

Not only is it THE job I want; I think I am a really good candidate… I mean a REALLY good candidate! Like phenomenally good!

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to transmit that to my interviewers…

It was BAD.

Like SAD BAD….

No worse, like PATHETIC BAD!

First, it was a phone interview (which I hate). Second, they notified me the day before, which left me (count with me folks) exactly ONE evening of preparation (and apparently I did not prepare the right questions or research the right aspects of the company/position). Though it makes perfect sense that the interview would be conducted in Spanish, I was kind of thinking about questions in English, so when it was, indeed, in Spanish, I just felt really clumsy… which sucked, because the Spanish in my head is perfect and eloquent and smart.

So I haven’t heard back… (they may have even burned my “dossier” [as they called it]… ranting that they would never ever consider me for any position ever)

Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

I didn’t get it, did I?

That sucks…............................ I think...


Beesko said...

I'm so sorry it went poorly. I know how that feels. Good luck to you anyway. If it's right it will happen. I love reading your blog! You are so hilarious! Josh and I talked tonight about you reading a book with him called "On a pale horse". It sounds like a good book and sounds like he really thinks highly of you. He loves reading your blog too. Can't wait for Mckayla to wear the sweet little outfits you gave her. She's almost big enough. Wow, I guess I should have just e-mailed you. Sorry. Anyway. Good luck. Danielle.

moseyalong said...

You just never know. I've had abysmal interviews and then got the job. Someone who worked for me last year had what she thought was such a appalling interview that she bawled her eyes out after. And then got the job the next day.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for you!

bernthis said...

you know what? I think it is too early too tell. Give it until Monday before you think all is lost and I have to admit, I am one of those annoying people who goes by the philosophy, if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. please, don't hit me.