Balls and Walnuts
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Tacoma, day two
I think today’s interviews went well. The Assistant HR Director told me, “I think you would fit in very well with our organization,” to which I almost gave her my most effusive wrinkled-nose smile and almost said, “I bet you say that to all the candidates.”
No, I’ll bet she really liked me. I told her stories (hey, she said she liked stories) and I answered all of her HR-ish questions with something more than a monosyllabic grunt. In particular, I managed to answer the super-tricky “What is it that interests you about our organization?” with something more logical than just, “You’re hiring.” I suspect she appreciated that.
Of arguably greater importance, the doc who would be my partner spent something like an extra hour with me at lunch. I’m going to take this as a good sign, even if things did get off to a rocky start. First thing, he took one look at me and said, “My GOD, how long ago did you take THIS photo?”
. . . and he flashed a page he had printed out from my medical blog, wherein I looked like this:
No way to answer that question but the honest, “Um, er, ten years ago?” (At least?) But jeez. Back when I still had some hair. And back before private solo practice had stamped out all my joie. I suppressed the urge to ask for a ten-year-old photo of him.
Just got back from dinner, a trendy fusion Japanese place called Two Koi, where I ate kaki kushi (bacon-wrapped oysters grilled in a mild teriyaki sauce), calamari strips, a teensy sushi platter, and lava roll (imagine futomaki topped with maguro and that Thai spicy/sweet sauce, what’s it called?) Not bad, but nothing knocked my socks off, either. Before dinner, I made it to the University of Tacoma bookstore 5 minutes before closing and picked up Carl Hiaasen’s Lucky You, best I could manage with so little browsing time.
Now I’m debating whether I should sit around and veg, finish my Judith Ivory, maybe watch some TV, or go driving around the area. I have such a nice hotel room (23rd floor overlooking the harbor!) that the temptation to veg is great. OTOH, how often do I get to go cruisin’?
D.
They said you would fit in well? O. M. G. 😉
Sounds like you responded what I call “interview appropriate”. I hope you decided to veg and enjoy the view from your hotel window; when you think about how little time we all get for that…it’s what I am doing this summer to a certain degree.
Continued good luck.