follow up interview

Eiko says...

It's a freezing cold, rainy December day, and it's just my luck that I had to go for a follow up interview at Shinjuku with Minerva English. I really shouldn't be complaining though, especially since this interview could very likely mean the end of my worries for finding a job. But I complain regardless because me and cold weather have an ugly relationship. When I say 'ugly', I mean really ugly. For example, my hands turn a grayish purple and its' soft look is replaced by a dry wrinkly one. My lips crack and consequently flake and bleed. My shoulders begin to ache, and they start hunching up. Oh, and did I mention my frost-bitten toes? Like I said, me and cold weather have an ugly relationship.

So, as I hurried in my heels through wind and rain, (I had stupidly left my umbrella at home), I felt totally under attack from all sides, not to mention nervous for the interview. To top it off, the company had also just recently moved to a new location which was an additional 15 minute walk away, and as you all know how women (me, in particular) are with directions, you could imagine how many times I walked around in circles ( in the rain, feeling ugly AND lost, hoping to get there on time) trying and somewhat failing to make sense of the map before finding the building.

Once at the Minerva office, warmer and relieved that I was 5 minuets early, I felt much better. I was interviewed after a short wait by two people. I remembered one of the interviewers from my last visit with them, and the lady that was sitting next to him was a new face. Rather than an interview though, it was more of an explanation of what position they were hoping me to fill, and what would be required of me should I accept the job offer. I really had no reason to be nervous as I had been...or so I thought.

Right around the end when it's usually the time to get up and say good bye etc, they handed me some flash cards and asked me to come up with a simple game while they got some manuals to show me. Memories from the demo lesson I gave came tumbling back and I went blank for a short moment. They had asked me to be creative and fun in front of all those 40+ year olds acting like bratty kids, checking to see how I would control a completely out of control classroom, and how I would respond to every teacher's worst nightmare! That was really horrid of them! But I quickly got a hold of my self, and started planning something simple, and kept reminding myself that this isn't a demo lesson, and they just want to see creativity. I did my best, and the man told me he was impressed. I heaved a sigh of relief, and headed out. Now waiting for to give an afternoon English class at Kinshicho, I'm expecting the call of confirmation. I can't help but hope that all the others they will be interviewing before they're final decision have something along the lines of a heart attack or a panic attack.

I'm getting this job!!

Oh, and BTW, Merry Christmas!! Forgot to say that in my last post.

P.S.

I like 'em Mc Cafes. I'm at one now, actually, as I type this post over my third cup of hot coffee.