Okay! So I’m back from Seattle and even though I have a few more days of stressing out over moving and working and all sorts of other things, I wanted to get a post up. If I didn’t post today, I wouldn’t get to post until Monday, which won’t work for me since I want to start a new posting schedule with a bunch of different posts and stuff. My free time on the plane to and from Seattle was well spent!
First up, I’m sure you’re all dying to know about how the interview went. It went really well! Very long, and also the most stressful and terrifying thing I’ve ever done, but I’m pretty sure it went well. This was the most intense job interview I’ve ever experienced, so let me go into excruciating detail for you, my lovely readers.
You’ve all read about the application process in my previous posts. Well, there was even more “application” work for this interview. After I confirmed my interview date, I was sent four packets of information and things I needed to fill out. Which included a 12 page booklet about ECC’s history and inner workings and an application very similar to the online version I had already filled out. I was also required to bring a long-form CV and a short-form CV, as well as references, a copy of several pages of my passport, and copies of my three degrees. That was a lot to get done, considering I didn’t have my diplomas or my passport here in MN with me. Happily, I got it all done, figured out just what a CV was (it’s a curriculum vitae, which is a more academic version of a resume), figured out how to write a CV, bugged a bunch of people over whether they’d be okay with being a reference for me, and put it all together in a neat folder.
Then, came D-Day. September 24, 2013. A day that will live in infamy, at least in my mind. I woke up at 4 AM, showered, took my time getting dressed and doing my hair and makeup, made sure I had everything I needed for the day, then I left around 9:15 AM. I was only a block away from where the interview was being held, but we were told to be there around 9:30 or so, ideally starting the whole process at 10 AM. But I was desperate at that point for some caffeine, so I left earlier to find my way to a Starbucks and get some sweet, sweet coffee.
When I got to the Westin (the hotel where the interview was), I finally met John, who I’d been emailing with, and Dustin, the HR head honcho. They had us fill out yet another sort of application while we waited for everyone to show up. There were eleven of us all together and we got going right at 10 AM with the two hour long information presentation. I took notes, but most of it was stuff I’d already gone over in the booklet they’d sent. Not too bad, if a bit long and slightly boring.
Then, slight break and then the grammar test. 100 questions, multiple choice, needed 70 to pass and proceed with the interview process. Doesn’t sound too bad until your future is depending on you knowing what a modal verb is (hint: I still don’t) and knowing some teaching terms like realia. I passed, but four people got cut. That left seven of us after lunch for the teaching demonstrations. I was placed in a group of three and we were given “run” “jump” “skip” “hop” etc to teach, along with the “Can you [blank]?” “Yes, I can./No, I can’t.” thing. Anne had told me that you just need to be energetic and willing to make a fool of yourself (which I do on a daily basis). So, I was energetic and very much made a fool of myself. I got the “students” (the other potential hires) to laugh, and I’m pretty sure I got John to crack a smile when I was trying to teach “Can you walk?” “No, I can’t.” I took a step and fell to the ground and crawled on my hands and knees – “No, I can’t.”
After that, there was another break of sorts where the remaining potential hires got to sit outside while John and Dustin debated over whether to continue with each one of us or to send us packing. We laughed to keep from crying, and three more of us got cut. That left me, two other girls, and a guy. Four of us. Out of eleven, we were now four. We did our one-on-one interviews and then that was it. That was the end of the day. And the kicker is we STILL don’t know whether or not we got the job. We won’t know for nearly two weeks. The earliest I’ll know, John told me, is by October 8th. And that’s just if they want to offer me a job. I might not know when and where until 90 days before I would leave. I still get to sit and worry over my future until October 8th. Awesome!
But to relieve that stress, the four survivors went out for dinner and drinks. It was nice to hang out with them outside of the interview setting and blow off some steam. They’re all cool people – Miranda, Charles, and Cheryl – and I wish them the absolute best! I hope we all make it over to Japan, so we can get a round together again. Besides, I owe Cheryl two drinks since she was unable to partake with us that evening.
Well, this post is already too long, so I’ll leave my update at that. I’m stress-sick now, too, so I need to nurse my poor sinuses. On top of that, I move home to IA shortly and that’ll be a whole ‘nother thing to post about. So, look forward to that, dear readers!
However it goes, enjoy the journey.