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...