RA Interviews, And Getting The Hang of Things

Well, I guess I'm going to attempt to write one of these “diary” “blog” “things”. This should be interesting....

Well, yesterday I had my (3 hour long!) RA interview process. Which sounds ridiculously long, and it was pretty lengthy, but it was actually broken up into 3 parts – an ice breaker, then an individual, small group, and large group – so it actually wasn't that bad. All I knew was that it was going to be a “group RA selection process”, so I had been picturing us sitting in a big circle doing interviewy things from 4:30 – 7:45. So overall it was actually a pretty painless experience, with not too much sitting and waiting while 35 other people answer questions about themselves. Plus, they gave us candy, so there's that.

Now, while that all sounds well and good, I have not yet explained the primary issue, the foremost obstacle, the greatest causer of stress, of this interview business:

                                                                   The universe was conspiring against me.

...Let me explain. First, I applied for the RA position, complete with resume and cover letter and recommendation sheets (oh my!). Then, I receive a “Congratulations, you have been selected as an RA candidate! Interviews will be on April 6th and 7th, and you will be able to sign up for what time you would like later this week” email....

Now, this is where I made my primary mistake. For some reason, and I still don't know why, my brain decided that April 7th was (what would have been at the time) next Sunday. As in, Easter Sunday. Now, I went and signed up for the last interview slot on Sunday, April 7th, so that I would still be able to go home that weekend for.....Easter Sunday (?). So then I get a confirmation email reminding me of my group interview slot of 4:30 – 7:45, April 7th. The next day I'm home for the weekend, reminding my parents that I have my interview Sunday evening so I would need to leave pretty early Sunday, I know isn't it crazy that they would make interviews on the same weekend, and even the same day, as Easter Sunday. As in, March 31st not at all April 7th who's ever heard of Easter in April no one that's who, Easter Sunday.

Over the course of the week/weekend I must have read that email 4 times, told my family and friends 6 times, heard my mom tell people that I had an interview on Easter and couldn't they have just waited until March was over 10 times, and it STILL did not click that Easter was not on April 7th until I was BACK ON CAMPUS IN THE (EMPTY) CORBLY HALL. Wondering where everybody was.

...Sigh.

Now, stage two of the Universe's “Stop Jordan From Achieving Her Dreams and Gaining Sustainable Employment" Scheme: I had to create an “About Me” sheet to take with me to the group interview.

Now, I thought I had everything covered with this one; I made it at home where I had all my craft supplies and even had it done for a week before I even needed it, due to the previously mentioned circumstances. I neglected to realize, however, the difficulties I would encounter actually GETTING IT to the interview location. For a second time. On the far end of campus and thus about 20 minutes of brisk walking away.

• I made the page in advance.

• I had a plastic page protector (that I just at this moment realized I may have left in the regrouping “bat cave” in Corbly, because. I...don't remember having it on the way back. Oops.)

• I put it beside my purse.

• BEEEE-SIIIIIDE-MY-PURSE.

                                                       …..BROUGHT.

                                         I.....

• WHICH....

                       ….Which I brought....without the poster.

And, naturally, I got VERY NEARLY all the way there before I realized it.

My life. My life? My life my life my life......

Soooo ayeeeeee.....

BREAK INTO A SPRINT RUN RUN RUN 25 MINUTES BEFORE THE INTERVIEW STARTS HAVE TO GO BACK THERE THEN HERE AGAIN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN I LOOK LIKE A MANIAC BECAUSE I'M SPRINTING ON A HOT DAY THROUGH THE STREETS IN BUSINESS CLOTHES AHHH

                                                 Ahhhhhhh lordy I'm not in good enough shape to sprint a mile in a blazer!

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN. THANK GOD I DIDN'T WEAR HEELS.

Call a friend to see if they will drive me back because there's no way I can make it back in the 15 minutes until 4:30, especially in time to fill out paperwork before we start.

*suspense*

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...Luckily, I was able to get back to my apartment, grab my About Me, touch up my hair and makeup a bit since I now looked like a Springtime-Semi-Formal-Business-Woman that had just escaped from an underwater, pastel spewing, Easter bunny, and make it back to Corbly with a bit of time to spare.

Alas, so is my life. (Note to self: I need a car)