I had my final interview today at the university for the job I mentioned. I was under the impression that I was going to interview with a large group of people, maybe 5-6 people, instead, I had 6 one-on-one interviews with the "final round" people! I took almost two hours!
It. Was. Exhausting.
And then I wanted to cry.
Seriously. The interviewS went very well. I was happy with how I presented myself, happy with how I felt God leading the conversations, and happy with my "selling myself"-ness (a part I HATE about interviewing- don't they just KNOW I'm fantastic?). But I got in my car afterwards and just wanted to cry. And call my dad. I have been in a funk since Father's Day, so that could be part of it. Father's Day is so weird when you don't have an earthly father anymore to see or call or buy even just a card for. I mentioned my near crying fit to a co-worker afterwards and she thought that maybe since it was so long I was just intellectually spent and needed just an emotional release, which makes sense.
All that to say, it was a weird day. The interview went good (ok, great even, but I'm too much of a pessimist when it comes to things about me), but it was a strange day. I'm hoping to hear by Friday about whether I got the position or not. I'm nervous. I feel like I'll be a failure if I don't get it, which, I know isn't true, but that's how I feel.
If you're reading this, keeping praying for me, please! Thanks!
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I thought of you as I complained about my relationship with my dad on father's day. I thought that it was so sad that so many people who have such wonderful dads have had to lose them and can't be with them and must really be longing for them on Father's Day. I am sorry.
And I think anyone might want to cry after that many interviews. That is a lot to get through. I hope it pays off!
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