I had an interview yesterday for a temporary career advisor position on campus. I’ve been interning at a different career services office for about a year, so I figured this position would be a fairly easy switch for me. I’ll have to learn about some new majors, but I ought to be able to deal with that.
The interview went well. I met with the director first, then with two career advisors and an administrative associate. The latter interview went well, and as we were leaving the room, one of the career advisors asked me if I was on a contract with the career services office where I currently work.
“Contract?” I’m occasionally slow.
“Can you leave any time you want?”
This seemed to be an encouraging sign. It seemed even more encouraging when, en route to her office, she said it had been nice to meet me, and that she thought I would make a great asset to the office. I hoped this wasn’t just due to an excess of politeness.
After I got home, I got called into my temp retail job at the bookstore. The textbook rush hasn’t quite hit, so I spent all day typing. It wasn’t bad. I got off late, and needed to work out a little before I went to my girlfriend’s house for the night. I forgot to send my thank-you e-mails until it was too late. (They wanted to make a quick decision, so I didn’t have time for proper thank you notes.) I left myself a note to do them as soon as I got home in the morning.
This morning, I came home, logged onto my e-mail account and began sending. I was through two of the four when I realized I’d logged on to my personal account rather than my professional account. My e-mail address isn’t anything outrageous like SnortingCokeOffYourBible@mail.com, but this still seemed horribly unprofessional. Gah! It’s not like I had an excuse for ignorance.
It was my own fault for doing anything pre-coffee. I e-mailed the director and the administrative associate with the proper account and tried not to worry about it too much. Having recently read Blink, I consoled myself that they’d actually decided whether to hire me the day before.
When I got to the store today, my manager said someone had called to check my references. This seemed like good news.
I was working towards a good case of carpal tunnel when my cell phone rang. The director said they’d enjoyed meeting me, and wanted to offer me the position. When could I come in to talk about hours?
Whoohoo! Employment!
