I'm posting a little earlier than I thought I would. I wanted to put a note out here for those keeping tabs on the interview process and well, do a little brain dump to get all of this out of my head.
I'm here. I'm safe. The flight was an hour late due to fog. The flight itself was fine - full. I knew the names of a few people - lots of execs. No major events - except for needing the seatbelt extender as my fat a$$ barely fit in the seat let alone the belt! The ride from the airport was pretty uneventful as well.
When I arrived here, I swear, there was a kid (a kid - as if I'm that old) from my high school sitting in the front lobby. I swear it was him! How freaky would that be? Another kid from Manistee in the lobby, here, on the same day as me? Small world. I didn't get a chance to talk to him as the girl from Human Resources was waiting for me and I was whisked off to my first interview. Of course, by the next, he was gone. I still swear it was him!
I'm not very warm or fuzzy about that interview. I met with the Vice President of North America for this department I'm trying to move to. Now, I'm not sure if I was more intimidated by him, his title or the fact that he doesn't root for maize and blue (obvious office decor), or what but, I was very nervous! We'll see what happens as the next phase should move rather quickly.
I talked to my mom after the interviews and told her about the first one and like she said "If you didn't get this job, what's the worst that happens?" I wasn't nervous going in...I was more intimidated by the travel (THANK YOU Mike V!! YOU are a wonderful man!). I'll still have a job when this is over. I'm almost 35 years old and, my mom is still right...sometimes. Remind me to tell you more about that conversation - oh, Edna!
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