On "National Institute of Health"
Hah.
On Saturday, I had an improptu interview with the NIH - like extremely improptu. In the late afternoon on Friday, they called to inform me they were flying out one of their representatives, and I was to meet with him. Oddly enough, this was during the period I was to receive a decision confirmation email after accepting the initial offer a week before.
In an attempt to impress, I prepared interview clothes in advance; read four publications generated by the representative, which involved a twilight night of cramming; and kept myself sober. Needless to say, two of the three were easily done, especially, since this was Friday night. Somewhere in the many times I 'non-alcoholically' passed out, I had a great dream, where I had to catch a flight to D.C. for the interview and for gorgeous hospitality. Unfortunately, the real deal didn't go down so smoothly; yeah, really more like shots of Tequila than anything - which would've helped with many of the questions the representative asked.
Ok, when someone has seen your official transcript, it is synonymous to them knowing what your penis looks like; and you'd think I had herpes with all the C's I have. So, at this point, I had to convince them to have sex with me, where my letters of recommedation acted as a good means of viral protection. But s'kind of hard to even get to first base when they preassumed I had a hard time reading and writing (?). Ok, yeah, baby, me and "Augmentative Writing" had a broken relationship, but, trust me: I'm a changed man. Writing's easy shit.
In any case, the interview ended with my future at the NIH looking "positive", which works for me. I'll know more next week.
On Saturday, I had an improptu interview with the NIH - like extremely improptu. In the late afternoon on Friday, they called to inform me they were flying out one of their representatives, and I was to meet with him. Oddly enough, this was during the period I was to receive a decision confirmation email after accepting the initial offer a week before.
In an attempt to impress, I prepared interview clothes in advance; read four publications generated by the representative, which involved a twilight night of cramming; and kept myself sober. Needless to say, two of the three were easily done, especially, since this was Friday night. Somewhere in the many times I 'non-alcoholically' passed out, I had a great dream, where I had to catch a flight to D.C. for the interview and for gorgeous hospitality. Unfortunately, the real deal didn't go down so smoothly; yeah, really more like shots of Tequila than anything - which would've helped with many of the questions the representative asked.
Ok, when someone has seen your official transcript, it is synonymous to them knowing what your penis looks like; and you'd think I had herpes with all the C's I have. So, at this point, I had to convince them to have sex with me, where my letters of recommedation acted as a good means of viral protection. But s'kind of hard to even get to first base when they preassumed I had a hard time reading and writing (?). Ok, yeah, baby, me and "Augmentative Writing" had a broken relationship, but, trust me: I'm a changed man. Writing's easy shit.
In any case, the interview ended with my future at the NIH looking "positive", which works for me. I'll know more next week.