The weekend in Edinburgh was great. Sunday I had my interview, and I think it went well. I was told they would get back to me by next Monday, so let’s see how it turns out.
I am not entirely sure what to expect. I think it went well, but by that I mean well enough, not amazingly well. I don’t think I came up with the perfect answers for every question, and I am not 100% certain that I am what they hoped I would be, but I think I did well. I don’t know whether I blew them away, but maybe it was good enough.
For some reason my gut is telling me that I am not going to get the job, but I cannot tell you exactly why. I think part of it is thinking that it would all be too good to be true. That this cannot possibly be happening. And part of it may be that if I expect not to get the job, I will be less disappointed when I actually don’t.
I really do hope I get the job. It sounds great, and I do think I would be a great fit. It does sound challenging but in my opinion, that is a good thing. The director told me she was interviewing two more people on Monday (yesterday), so who knows how I ended up comparing with them.
Basically, all I can do now is wait. I did send her a follow-up email tonight, but it will probably be a few more days before I hear from her. I really do hope she picks me. It would be absolutely amazing to have a job starting April 1st.
But really, it almost seems too perfect. This was the first job I inquired about. I didn’t even apply for this actual job, I asked on Twitter if another job was still available (it wasn’t), but she contacted me on LinkedIn in reply to my tweet asking for my CV. I did write a few more applications afterwards, but getting the first job I didn’t even apply for? I know. Too good to be true.
So, I’m not trying to get my hopes up too much, but at the same time I am hopeful. Because, let’s face it, it would be unbelievablebrilliantawesome. Now will this week please hurry up? I hope I hear from her soon. Whatever her decision is, it will be good to know.
By the way, my stuff was delivered to N.’s workplace today. And that’s where it will stay until his flatmate moves out and I get there. That is one weight off my shoulders knowing that everything made it there.