Monday 7th May 2012by Chelsea
Got my hairs cut on Friday; Sara F. gave me exactly what I wanted. Otherwise, it’s been a pretty crappy week for communication, though it worked out in the end.
Like I said before, I was supposed to have the job interview last Wednesday. I’ll not bore you again with the details of my obsessive preparation, but half an hour before the scheduled start time, I was dressed up, sitting with my phone on my knee, glass of water at hand, tabs open and notebook at the ready.
And the call never came.
I gave it half an hour, then sent an email asking if there had been a mix-up, offering to reschedule. Got an email back the next morning saying that they’d called but there had been no answer, and they’d left a voice mail. Since I hadn’t gotten any voice mail, I knew it wasn’t a reception issue; come to find out, after a couple of emails back and forth, that the person who called had transposed a couple of numbers. I’ve never been so glad in my life that someone had a phone log they could refer back to! Phone call rescheduled to this past Wednesday.
Again it’s Wednesday and I’m all set up like before and my phone rings as scheduled. Only now, we can’t get a good connection; there’s a 2-second lag on the interviewer’s end. She hangs up and tries back but there’s no change, and we carry on through the awkward pauses. I think it goes pretty well anyway, and I hang up hopeful.
Friday morning when I’m in the shower, I miss a call offering to schedule an in-person interview. I call back and leave another voice mail, proceed to carry my phone in my hand for the rest of the day. Brush my teeth, phone in hand. Get a haircut, phone in hand. Walk to pharmacy, phone in hand. Order a drink at my Friday knitting group, phone in hand. Sit down to pull out my knitting, check the time on my phone - no motherfucking signal. I do not know how to spell the terrible sound I made when I saw that; I only hope I did not traumatize any of the other customers.
I run to the window, get a signal back, and yes, in the 5-10 minutes I’d been in the building (the building that I knew had crappy reception, why didn’t I stay outside??), I’d missed another call from HR. I called back immediately but went straight to voice mail again; I babbled some explanation/apology, hung up, and tried not to cry for the rest of the evening.
When I get home, I get on the computer – where there is an email from HR, saying if “x” time works for me, she can just email me the rest of the information, since she’s having a hard time getting in touch with me by phone. I notice that this email was sent several hours ago – my damned phone just decided that I didn’t need to know about it.
So now I don’t have to rend my garments and tear my hair all weekend, and I’m thinking it’s a pretty good sign for my chances that they’re persevering through all of these communication difficulties. I’ll get an HourCar on Tuesday, and with luck, I’ll have good news by the end of the week. Send good interview mojo if you have it; what you’ve sent so far seems to be working pretty well.