As I sat in the cubicle-size, white-walled interview room waiting for my interviewer to return, I no longer felt the rush of nervousness I had been experiencing throughout the entire day that had begun the moment I stepped foot on the plane to Chicago. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time waiting, so much time filling out paperwork, and so much time answering questions that I had shifted into some auto-pilot interviewing mode and no longer had control over the rollercoaster of emotion one might experience when placed under so much pressure. Or maybe, just maybe it was because I knew I was perfect for the position and every answer I had given reflected my bubbly personality that was exactly what they were looking for. The interviewer returned. I took a deep breath, tightly gripped my hands together and said a silent prayer in my head as I waited for her to give me the news. This is what she said. "You passed every aspect of the interview process. You are perfect for the position. We would be crazy not to hire you. YOU GOT THE JOB!" (in more or less words than that) :)
The rest is all kind of a blur but I do remember what I said after she gave me the good news. I whispered the question, "I got the job?" And she whispered back with a big smile, "You got the job!" I felt like Brittany Murphy at the end of Little Black Book when she was interviewing for a position to work with Diane Sawyer, which had been her dream since she was a little girl. The scene played out in my mind as I reinacted it in real life and then proceeded to explain the movie ending to my amazingly sweet interviewer. We shared a great laugh and went back and forth with the "I got the job? You got the job" bit just like in the movie minus the jumping up and down. And then I gave her a huge hug before she walked me out as I attempted to control the beaming smile that had taken over my expression.
Making our way back to the airport after the interviewing process, me and one of the other girls decided to grab a drink in the airport bar. Turns out people stuck in airports during layovers are extremely friendly as we had all kinds of guys buying us drinks and shots. Good times. By the time I actually boarded the plane back to Dallas I was feeling pretty good from all my generous free drinks. :) As we took off and flew over the city past downtown Chicago, I caught a glimpse of sparks in the distance. There, creating the most amazing view ever, were fireworks going off all over the place above the skyscrapers of downtown. It was magnificent! The perfect ending to the perfect day.
The rest is all kind of a blur but I do remember what I said after she gave me the good news. I whispered the question, "I got the job?" And she whispered back with a big smile, "You got the job!" I felt like Brittany Murphy at the end of Little Black Book when she was interviewing for a position to work with Diane Sawyer, which had been her dream since she was a little girl. The scene played out in my mind as I reinacted it in real life and then proceeded to explain the movie ending to my amazingly sweet interviewer. We shared a great laugh and went back and forth with the "I got the job? You got the job" bit just like in the movie minus the jumping up and down. And then I gave her a huge hug before she walked me out as I attempted to control the beaming smile that had taken over my expression.
Making our way back to the airport after the interviewing process, me and one of the other girls decided to grab a drink in the airport bar. Turns out people stuck in airports during layovers are extremely friendly as we had all kinds of guys buying us drinks and shots. Good times. By the time I actually boarded the plane back to Dallas I was feeling pretty good from all my generous free drinks. :) As we took off and flew over the city past downtown Chicago, I caught a glimpse of sparks in the distance. There, creating the most amazing view ever, were fireworks going off all over the place above the skyscrapers of downtown. It was magnificent! The perfect ending to the perfect day.
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