live to tell the tale
Oct. 14th, 2004 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthYesterday was weird.
I can't really say bad, just weird.
I was really nervous in the morning, but after over 5 hours on trains and about 45 minutes walking to the library, I was pretty calm.
The library was just like all libraries build about 25 years ago. I don't care whether the architect got some price for it, I still don't like it.
I wandered around a bit, because I still had time before the interview, and then asked at the return desk, as I had been told to.
So they called the person who had invited me, and he came to pick me up.
There were 4 more people in his office, and I have to admit sitting there with all of them watching every move is far from comfortable.
I was asked to introduce myself and then they aksed some questions. I'm not sure how well I did, but I tried my best.
I tried to answer detailed but not rambling too long. But still there were always breaks where they just looked at each other and waited for I don't know what. I asked questions myself, too, and sometimes it just seemed as if they hadn't decided who of them would ask more questions, but it was really weird for me, because I felt as if they expected something from me and I didn't know what.
Then one lady showed me around the library, the desk where I would work and stuff, and I think I made a good expression at least then.
They told me I could expect to hear from them next week, which is at least something. I wouldn't want to wait long.
The return trip took even longer, because I missed the last InterCityExpress (very fast train) and had to take an InterCity (pretty fast train) for the first part. Thus I missed a good connection home and had to take a train that stopped in every village that happened to have a station. And was late.
I reached the station about half past eleven, and then it was almost twelve until I was home. And had gotten up at five.
But with all the time on the train, I managed to finish anover book of the World History I've read since first semester. Seven more volumes to go now.
For the record, I think interviews suck. At least the people who interview you should be prepared somehow.
The thing is, when I don't get the job it might not be because of my performance or non-performance at the interview at all. So there isn't really a way to know how I did.
Good thing though that they'll pay the travelling expenses. I spend something like 140 Euros for the train tickets, and I'll be glad to get that back. (Or rather, my Mom will. I didn't have that much money to begin with and had to borrow from her.)
I can't really say bad, just weird.
I was really nervous in the morning, but after over 5 hours on trains and about 45 minutes walking to the library, I was pretty calm.
The library was just like all libraries build about 25 years ago. I don't care whether the architect got some price for it, I still don't like it.
I wandered around a bit, because I still had time before the interview, and then asked at the return desk, as I had been told to.
So they called the person who had invited me, and he came to pick me up.
There were 4 more people in his office, and I have to admit sitting there with all of them watching every move is far from comfortable.
I was asked to introduce myself and then they aksed some questions. I'm not sure how well I did, but I tried my best.
I tried to answer detailed but not rambling too long. But still there were always breaks where they just looked at each other and waited for I don't know what. I asked questions myself, too, and sometimes it just seemed as if they hadn't decided who of them would ask more questions, but it was really weird for me, because I felt as if they expected something from me and I didn't know what.
Then one lady showed me around the library, the desk where I would work and stuff, and I think I made a good expression at least then.
They told me I could expect to hear from them next week, which is at least something. I wouldn't want to wait long.
The return trip took even longer, because I missed the last InterCityExpress (very fast train) and had to take an InterCity (pretty fast train) for the first part. Thus I missed a good connection home and had to take a train that stopped in every village that happened to have a station. And was late.
I reached the station about half past eleven, and then it was almost twelve until I was home. And had gotten up at five.
But with all the time on the train, I managed to finish anover book of the World History I've read since first semester. Seven more volumes to go now.
For the record, I think interviews suck. At least the people who interview you should be prepared somehow.
The thing is, when I don't get the job it might not be because of my performance or non-performance at the interview at all. So there isn't really a way to know how I did.
Good thing though that they'll pay the travelling expenses. I spend something like 140 Euros for the train tickets, and I'll be glad to get that back. (Or rather, my Mom will. I didn't have that much money to begin with and had to borrow from her.)
