So Here's What You Need to Know

About the vague previous post, I mean. Now I can talk (and breathe--then again, maybe not--but more on that later.)

Remember the screening interview (#3 under "Work")?.  Well, they did call me back for another interview.  "Call" isn't the right word--they do everything through a website, so I got an e-mail.  Anyway, I had do a lot of maneuvers to get myself to it, as the only times offered were that Tuesday afternoon, and while their school was closed, mine wasn't.  I had a class to teach.  I did try calling to explain my circumstances, but they weren't budging on the date/time, which I'm sure was the best option for them in light of the school closure.

Fortunately, I got the class covered by my co-librarian--who normally has a class at the same time, but coincidentally her students were on a field trip!--and was granted the afternoon off.  I ran home and ate lunch with a very confused Cat who seemed annoyed that I was interfering with her schedule.  So then I suited up and hit the road.

Really nice school, really nice administrators.  While I was waiting, I commiserated with the attendance administrator about how school feels wrong without the kids there.  I don't know how they'd feel about a non-sporty person like me, what with all the trophies displayed proudly in the administrative offices, but I'd like to think there's a place for me.

This was like a nine-minute screening (only with different people), so I answered my best and thanked everyone on the way out.  As I left, I held the door open for someone coming in--someone who was dressed up.  Shoot.  The mind games start up, you know?  She looks more professional/seasoned/knowledgeable/qualified than me.  Try to forget about hearing from them for a week, or two or three. . .

That was Tuesday.  Today, after a miserable too-long, too-stressful day (including late staff meeting!), I finally got home after six--and made The Cat wait (loudly and angrily) for her dinner because there was a voice mail message from the head of HR on my home phone.  Asking me to call back.

I figure they are asking for something (updated security clearances, choice of references, maybe?) because they are checking me out as a viable candidate.


Because if they were rejecting me, they'd just drop a form letter in the mail, right?



RIGHT???



Somebody hold me.  Or if you can't hold me, leave something reassuring in the comments.