The Spot

It was getting late, and I was worrying about the flight, but the recruiting director called back around 1, inviting me to come in at 3. A little dance of happiness ensued. But wait: the flight was leaving at 8, who knew how long the meeting would go.. if I was in there for two hours I really wouldn't have time to come back to the apartment and then head for the airport. Solution: bring the bags and store them in the Union station lockers.

But when I asked the TTC folks, they said "what lockers?". Turns out Sept. 11th means no more lockers.

Bah! I can't bring the bags and I can't leave them behind: Ingrid to the rescue! I left my wordly possessions in her office and headed off for the meeting, arriving 10 minutes early this time. [But forgetting to check in at the front desk until 5 minutes to. The receptionist was busy... but still].

Third interview was OK. About 2nd on a scale of 3: he asked more questions than the first, less than the 2nd, and we managed to find a few things to talk about. Thing is, I was trying to find a way to help my case a bit: meet someone else, ask some good questions.. but this guy seemed less impressable. If I wasn't making a quick point, he started losing interest. I felt like saying "OK, I'm just trying to get you to like me, I really don't have any pressing questions, so I hope I'm not wasting your time. But what do you need to know to plead my case?"

It's hard, because going back a 2nd time is definitely a sign of interest. But how much more do I really have to ask about? These firms have volumes of information on their websites, there's nothing they really don't cover. It's just... do you like them, do they like you.

He gave some good advice about summering in general though. And then I was done. Out of the office, out of the building, and on my way to the airport.

Whew! Carrying those suitcases was a pain in the butt, and I really didn't have the chance to do much work. Didn't have the chance / too nervous / braindead. So maybe I didn't need to bring 3 casebooks.

But I got to the airport fine [thinking, damn. I never got to see Steph] and then a second Canjet miricle occured.
It took way less time than I thought I would. It was only 6 when I was checking in, and my flight was leaving at 8:20. So the guy was confused: "Halifax at 6:50?" Nope. "Well, I can get you on the earlier flight if you want".
[this one's for Jesse:] WOOT!
Can you believe this? Yeah, no problem, [no cost], I'm boarding in 30 minutes and I'll be home in time to catch the shuttle [my 8:20 flight had me getting in at 11:30 local, so I'd have to cab it to Halifax for 45$].
Best airline ever.

So I'm home, in time for class like I'd hoped. Updating instead of working, but the work is soon to follow.
It was lovely to come home. I realized how much I really love living with Dan.
And the cell's on. They'll call at 6, at the earliest. Or not.
Times like these I wonder if it's wise to share the ups and downs. If I don't get it, this'll be hard on my ego. But it feels good, letting loose.

PS: Ingrid, you did not make me nervous! Thinking about the most typical firm question totally focused on what I really needed to remember, rather than my undifferentiated "I'm a nice person". I was prepared, and it worked: a very good thing.
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