The interview was interesting. I had done some research to find out what software they were likely to use for distance learning and run through the online tutorials for it, and had also gone to Amazon and checked out current textbooks for freshman comp.
I do not consider this dishonest. I think that having the skills to research stuff is just as useful for an English teacher as actually having chosen a textbook recently, and there is no text-based authoring tool that can scare me nowadays, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t get credit for it.
Then I went down and got the store set for opening before the interview.
There were half a dozen people at the other end of the phone. They had six preselected questions for me to answer in 20 minutes. I did it in 18 minutes, they told me. There was really no interaction, but they all seemed nice enough and I was able to answer all the questions reasonably well, it seems to me. It is hard to tell, since they just moved on to the next question, but there were some involuntary agreeing noises going on over there, and I was able to fit in most of the talking points I had already decided on.
I think it would not be bad, actually, if I ended up teaching there, apart from the commute. They are going to have to pay me an extra 10k to tempt me to do that commute. However, if my answer about distance learning was persuasive, they may just let me do that, and then I could telecommute at least part of the time, perhaps.
Of course, I don’t know whether they plan to offer me the job at all, let alone what it pays. Client #6 didn’t call and ask me to defend my existence (it’s not Friday yet), Client #2 emailed about work for next week, and Client #7 had me stop in after closing the store and before rehearsal to fine-tune the site. Actually, I have to admit that I have, at this point, mixed up the numbers of some of the Clients. I think I have confused #s 5 and 7, since #5 hired me early on but was the last one to get set up. So it was #5 who called me, but I’ve been calling them #7. It doesn’t matter, right?
When I dashed home between the store and the meeting, #1 daughter was here, with her dog.
Following the meeting, I went to the rehearsal of the choirlet. We worked on a bunch of old songs by people like Chas Gabriel and A. Brumley for the upcoming ice cream social. The hostess served us this remarkable dessert. You lay ice cream sandwiches in the bottom of a big baking dish, poke holes in them and pour fudge sauce over them. Spread Cool Whip over the top, pour caramel and fudge sauce over that, and sprinkle it with bits of toffee, which I understand you can buy in bags like chocolate chips. You put the whole thing in the freezer, not thinking much about what you are doing, and when you take it out later, you have a lavish dessert. If you don’t tell people how you did it, they will never guess.
One of the other ladies said, “And you know, it really isn’t fattening.” Where she got this idea, I can’t imagine. However, it was very festive, and I will probably make it sometime.
So after we finished singing, we sat around eating this stuff and I told them about when I first came here and had trouble sometimes understanding people. We went to a little country church where they had a boys’ club that was, it seemed to me, called “Rolling Bastards.”
There just wasn’t any way for me to ask them why their boys’ group was called the Rolling Bastards.
Later, when I became accustomed to the local accent, I realized that they were Royal Ambassadors.
So I am heading back to the store today. It’s hard to fit the kind of employment where you have to go to a physical location into my current schedule, but I can do a little work there between customers. I am not thinking about the teaching job, which would be very hard to fit into my schedule, because I figure there will be further interviews and stuff, and no chance at all of a call today offering me the position. I can think about it when I have more time.
2 thoughts on “Wednesday June 18, 2008”
I’m glad you feel confident about the interview, whatever the outcome. I may cackle for the next hour over the Rolling Bastards though. I had to say “Royal Ambassadors” out loud with an accent for myself. Ha Ha! That’s the best laugh I’ve had all day. My ‘significant other’ is not from the South, and I often have to interpret for him.
“not fattening,” that’s fantastic! She must be delusional! It sounds delightful though and the Rolling Bastards is a pretty funny mistake. Good luck with the interview (if you want it) and all your Clients.
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