interview details
Good lord. The gentleman I just interviewed with was practically picking out our corporate china patterns. He's going to contact the recruiter to work out the specifics, but he very much wants me for this gig.
Bless the man, but John's already agreed to let me set my own hours; let me rotate onto new projects every month or so; send me for additional training on the NMR and other fancy-ass, hubbiddy-boo instrumentation; do chemistry demonstrations at the local museums and other presentations for kids and college students; and assured me that I will never have to ask when it comes to arranging time off to see my parents. Oh, and also (no lie) if anyone ever is mean to me, he told me to come tell him and he'd personally take care of it RIGHT THEN.
Y'all, John wasn't just doodling my name on his Trapper Keeper. He was full-on decorating it with unicorn stickers while (this next part's no exaggeration) he told me about this one time that he saw a bottle of weasel shampoo and that he thinks it's so cool that now he's had a chance to talk to someone who's washed weasels before.
He's the first interviewer who actually asked me interesting questions: what I'm most proud of professionally (my research at the nuclear reactor and why; teaching folks about why geekage rocks) and what I'm most proud of personally (my writing; my work with ferret rescue.) Oh, and what I consider an ideal workplace (cooperation rather than competition; open communication and autonomy; no screaming. Ever.) I didn't even have to bring up the 'possums. Huh.
Oh, and he'd be delighted if I could start next week, too, if that worked okay for me.
*g*
(No official offer yet but, uh, I think when he said it would be fine if I favored Corporate Goth over Business Casual that he was pretty serious about making this happen. Apparently, he thinks I'm just fascinating and would be a singular asset to their company. The universe had better not be setting me up for another goddamned pratfall. I'm just sayin'.)
Bless the man, but John's already agreed to let me set my own hours; let me rotate onto new projects every month or so; send me for additional training on the NMR and other fancy-ass, hubbiddy-boo instrumentation; do chemistry demonstrations at the local museums and other presentations for kids and college students; and assured me that I will never have to ask when it comes to arranging time off to see my parents. Oh, and also (no lie) if anyone ever is mean to me, he told me to come tell him and he'd personally take care of it RIGHT THEN.
Y'all, John wasn't just doodling my name on his Trapper Keeper. He was full-on decorating it with unicorn stickers while (this next part's no exaggeration) he told me about this one time that he saw a bottle of weasel shampoo and that he thinks it's so cool that now he's had a chance to talk to someone who's washed weasels before.
He's the first interviewer who actually asked me interesting questions: what I'm most proud of professionally (my research at the nuclear reactor and why; teaching folks about why geekage rocks) and what I'm most proud of personally (my writing; my work with ferret rescue.) Oh, and what I consider an ideal workplace (cooperation rather than competition; open communication and autonomy; no screaming. Ever.) I didn't even have to bring up the 'possums. Huh.
Oh, and he'd be delighted if I could start next week, too, if that worked okay for me.
*g*
(No official offer yet but, uh, I think when he said it would be fine if I favored Corporate Goth over Business Casual that he was pretty serious about making this happen. Apparently, he thinks I'm just fascinating and would be a singular asset to their company. The universe had better not be setting me up for another goddamned pratfall. I'm just sayin'.)