Even an expected 'no' is still a disappointment
Well, let the veil of secrecy fly off since there's pretty much no point hiding it now.
I had an interview last Tuesday. Five sessions that started from 9:45am to 2pm. Before going into it, I thought that I would do well. I didn't feel that there was much in there that I probably couldn't answer. I was as prepared as I could be.
Then on leaving for there in the morning I saw I had more time than I did to get there and thought that I had enough time to get a proper breakfast instead of just something at Subway. In hindsight, that was the biggest mistake I could have made.
The first two sessions I felt I conducted myself really well, and could answer everything fine.
By the third, I was starting to falter and not able to properly think of how to do something, and couldn't figure out why. Part of me was screaming at me, "You KNOW this!"
When I got to the fourth interview, which happened over lunch with the hiring manager, I knew that I was feeling utterly unwell. I barely was able to touch lunch at all. I wondered if it was nerves? But why? I still knew the answers to things, I just wasn't thinking right at all.
During the fifth and final, which was probably the most important one, I was trying to write stuff on the whiteboard... and I could barely stand. I had to break once to visit the bathroom, and lost whatever lunch I had eaten... as well as breakfast. I thought that this was nerves coupled with still recovering from being sick from the con a couple of weekends ago.
But even afterwards, I couldn't eat a thing or stand to drink much. And driving back home from Seattle... a few times I considered stopping and getting a motel room overnight because I was feeling physically like death warmed over. Once I got home, I collapsed into bed at 7pm, and didn't wake up until about 8am the next day.
The most likely scenario is that the "proper breakfast" I had contained a perhaps undercooked egg or something, and that - combined with already trying to get over a particularly nasty cold - let enough of my guard down for food poisoning of some kind to take hold. Right at the worst possible moment.
Just. Great. :P
I had an interview last Tuesday. Five sessions that started from 9:45am to 2pm. Before going into it, I thought that I would do well. I didn't feel that there was much in there that I probably couldn't answer. I was as prepared as I could be.
Then on leaving for there in the morning I saw I had more time than I did to get there and thought that I had enough time to get a proper breakfast instead of just something at Subway. In hindsight, that was the biggest mistake I could have made.
The first two sessions I felt I conducted myself really well, and could answer everything fine.
By the third, I was starting to falter and not able to properly think of how to do something, and couldn't figure out why. Part of me was screaming at me, "You KNOW this!"
When I got to the fourth interview, which happened over lunch with the hiring manager, I knew that I was feeling utterly unwell. I barely was able to touch lunch at all. I wondered if it was nerves? But why? I still knew the answers to things, I just wasn't thinking right at all.
During the fifth and final, which was probably the most important one, I was trying to write stuff on the whiteboard... and I could barely stand. I had to break once to visit the bathroom, and lost whatever lunch I had eaten... as well as breakfast. I thought that this was nerves coupled with still recovering from being sick from the con a couple of weekends ago.
But even afterwards, I couldn't eat a thing or stand to drink much. And driving back home from Seattle... a few times I considered stopping and getting a motel room overnight because I was feeling physically like death warmed over. Once I got home, I collapsed into bed at 7pm, and didn't wake up until about 8am the next day.
The most likely scenario is that the "proper breakfast" I had contained a perhaps undercooked egg or something, and that - combined with already trying to get over a particularly nasty cold - let enough of my guard down for food poisoning of some kind to take hold. Right at the worst possible moment.
Just. Great. :P