This morning, I was able to sleep in a bit, which was nice. I didn’t have to be in Oakland until 12:30pm. My second interview with Alumni Hall wasn’t until 1pm.
Around 11am I got dressed in my grey business suit, with a white blouse. I looked very professional. I wasn’t sure what to honk about this interview, but I was excited to have made it to the second round.
When I arrived in Oakland, I parked along S. Bellefield, by the Music Department. I hate parking on Fifth or any main street for that matter. I always feel pressured, and parallel parking is not my forte.
When I walked into Alumni Hall, I had 15 minutes to go before my interview started, so I introduced myself to the receptionist, and told her who I was here to see. She notified my contact, and I changed my shoes. As I was changing my shoes, and putting on my heels, Kathy came around the corner and shook my hand on her way to lunch. She is one of the women I met with during the first round of interviews.
After I was situated, I took a seat and waited for my contact to greet me. When he came around the corner he shook my hand and introduced himself. I told him my name and he invited me back to his office. On our way to his office, he introduced me to his assistant, and then we went into his office. He shut the door behind me and asked me to sit at the round table.
Once I took my seat, I handed him my resume, and the interview was underway. He was straight up with me and told me this position, would be like trying to get a drink out of a firehose. I kind of laughed a little, thinking he was trying to be funny. He said, no I am serious. I said I never heard that phrase before. He said, well it is a new position, and the duties are going to be very vague. I am not even sure who you will be reporting to, but you will be upstairs in a cube, responsible for many different tasks. You will be at many events, etc. I am not sure what they told you about the position, or if they really told you much at all.”
During the conversation, I tried to reflect on what said during the first interview. Granted that first interview took place like a week ago, so I really can’t remember what all was said. Other than the fact that they asked me what I thought of Stallings and Narduzzi. I did, however, appreciate him being straight up with me about the position. I have done very little with Alumni, but I always thought I would love working in this department, and have loved what little I did, but was it enough to survive in this position?
Around a quarter after 1pm, he said the reason why I keep looking at the time, is because the director of Heinz Chapel is due here at 2pm and you need to be out of here. I don’t want her to see you. I said, “oh okay, that is a good reason.” I don’t want Heinz Chapel knowing that I am seeking another position, but he did say that if I were to be their candidate that he would choose, then he would take it upon himself to tell her. I don’t believe they would hold me back, but I don’t want to assume anything here.
After the interview was over, he told me not to be alarmed if I don’t hear anything back for a couple weeks with the holiday approaching, it will take some time to sort everything out, and for all of this to go up the flagpole. I was just honored to have a chance.
On my way to the car, I called Drew and told him what happened and how it went. He thought it was funny that She was on her way to meet him, and I was there. I was glad I didn’t run into her. He was glad it went well, and we both thought this would buy me some time to hear from Linda as well.
When I got home, I made some lunch and thought about throwing in some laundry, but I just tossed in the basement and left it for Friday. After lunch, I took a nap and woke up to a phone call coming in from my mother-in-law. I answered the phone and we chatted about my interview. I had to get up and get ready to go to the gym when Drew got home.
When Drew came home, we talked for a while about the two positions, and what it would mean if I chose one or the other. We also discussed how intense and vague the alumni one sounded. Perhaps I would be better off with social sciences.
When we finally got to the gym, we went our separate ways. I did my usual routine, an hour of cardio then machines. I really needed the workout and I did have some energy to burn off. It felt good.
When I was finished, I went to the lobby and waited for Drew. I checked Facebook and as I am scrolling I see one of my friends had a picture up of Geri Allen, and the caption said something to the effect, Rest In Peace, my dear friend. I couldn’t believe it. She is gone. Someone I worked for has passed away.