Well...I interviewed yesterday with the County of Hawaii prosecuting attorney's office.
I knew it would be a phone interview, as I had not purchased an $800+ ticket to Hawaii overnight. What I didn't expect was FIVE interviewers over speakerphone.
Not only was I intimidated by the sheer number of those asking me increasingly complex questions, but my phone decided not to work correctly during the exact time I was hoping all my dreams would come true.
All in all, it was not a "bad" interview, but it could have gone better...
Have you ever felt that way? The lack of definitive statements or even follow up questions made me nervous about the eventual outcome of the position for me.
Maybe I WON'T be running off into the Hawaiian sunset...or at least not yet.
I haven't heard back from them yet (one day later) and my heart is pounding with nervous energy. I've been reworking my entire financial budget, working it from entirely new angles, just in hopes that I might be reliant upon my new fiscal restructuring in the near future.
I have never wanted to move to Hawaii more than I do RIGHT NOW.
Without sounding cliché, the suspense is killing me.
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da (Jeopardy song annoying plays in my head).
I've also cleaned my kitchen and probably been a little too irritated with the minor things that my children are doing to each other. Normally these little things wouldn't even bother me.
My youngest son, age 6, walks up to me and says, "Mommy, did they get you the job?" I told him, "I'm not sure yet, they didn't say if I was getting the job or not."
To which he precociously (and wisely) replied, "We should just not get the job and go anyway."
Oh...to live in the blissful mind of a 6 year old. What a GREAT idea, son! Let's GO!
Back to reality...that's the only place I'm going today. As I stare at my meager budget that probably isn't fat enough, or deep enough in resources, to really support a comfortable Hawaii life...I realize that New Mexico may be my home for a while longer.
I have a perseverant spirit. I am not giving up that easily. Perhaps, they will call me and ask me to come to Hawaii very soon. There were parts of the interview that seemed very promising and I do have great qualifications and excellent references. Every director that I've worked under in the past 10 years is on my reference list, ready to send me away into the sunset and help me make my dreams come true.
All I need now is one little phone call with a positive response.
Waiting...
(Meanwhile, pulling up new job listings in Hawaii for counseling positions...do any of you have any connections?)
I knew it would be a phone interview, as I had not purchased an $800+ ticket to Hawaii overnight. What I didn't expect was FIVE interviewers over speakerphone.
Not only was I intimidated by the sheer number of those asking me increasingly complex questions, but my phone decided not to work correctly during the exact time I was hoping all my dreams would come true.
All in all, it was not a "bad" interview, but it could have gone better...
Have you ever felt that way? The lack of definitive statements or even follow up questions made me nervous about the eventual outcome of the position for me.
Maybe I WON'T be running off into the Hawaiian sunset...or at least not yet.
I haven't heard back from them yet (one day later) and my heart is pounding with nervous energy. I've been reworking my entire financial budget, working it from entirely new angles, just in hopes that I might be reliant upon my new fiscal restructuring in the near future.
I have never wanted to move to Hawaii more than I do RIGHT NOW.
Without sounding cliché, the suspense is killing me.
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da (Jeopardy song annoying plays in my head).
I've also cleaned my kitchen and probably been a little too irritated with the minor things that my children are doing to each other. Normally these little things wouldn't even bother me.
My youngest son, age 6, walks up to me and says, "Mommy, did they get you the job?" I told him, "I'm not sure yet, they didn't say if I was getting the job or not."
To which he precociously (and wisely) replied, "We should just not get the job and go anyway."
Oh...to live in the blissful mind of a 6 year old. What a GREAT idea, son! Let's GO!
Back to reality...that's the only place I'm going today. As I stare at my meager budget that probably isn't fat enough, or deep enough in resources, to really support a comfortable Hawaii life...I realize that New Mexico may be my home for a while longer.
I have a perseverant spirit. I am not giving up that easily. Perhaps, they will call me and ask me to come to Hawaii very soon. There were parts of the interview that seemed very promising and I do have great qualifications and excellent references. Every director that I've worked under in the past 10 years is on my reference list, ready to send me away into the sunset and help me make my dreams come true.
All I need now is one little phone call with a positive response.
Waiting...
(Meanwhile, pulling up new job listings in Hawaii for counseling positions...do any of you have any connections?)
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