another job interview today. this time on Skype. there i was, blathering away these incoherent meandering answers, only to find when I eventually stopped blathering that the audio had cut out and my interviewers had not heard a single thing i said. perhaps that is the blessing in disguise I have been seeking.

i also learned that if you are running your laptop off the battery instead of A/C power, when the screensaver kicks on, the video camera turns off. thus deflecting my fears of how I might appear to my interviewers…

after which I spent the next 12 hours trying to compose the most tactful, damage controlling thank you emails to the members of the search committee.

if I can spend the remainder of my life perfecting the art of the thank you note, what more can one hope for? in case you are questioning me, i am being completely sincere.

i swear it.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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  1. I only *just* learned about thank-you notes post-interview. Like a month ago, after several interviews had come and gone. So you’re ahead of me anyway.

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