I got a phone call today. A phone call from the college I interviewed at yesterday. Considering the call came so quickly on the heels of my interview I naturally assumed they were calling to say, ‘Sorry, you are an idiot.’
‘Hello, I’m calling to inform you that you are one of our top candidates for the position you interviewed for! You are now progressing to round two of our process and we will be checking your references. If your references pass, we will be calling you for another interview. Congratulations!’ The lady said warmly.
‘I understand, I didn’t get the job. Thank you for your time… wait… what’d you say? I mean… uh… of course I’m the top candidate, thank you.’ I stumble and hang up before something else stupid comes out of my mouth.
OK. So I have three options here.
1.) I was the only person who applied for the position and it was between me and the Dean’s 10 year old son – a close race but he turned it down because of conflicts with soccer practice.
2.) They called the wrong Rebekah.
3.) The committee was so entertained by my tomato impression they would like an encore performance.
I guess I should have been more discerning in my choice of references. Perhaps:
My nice mail lady
The liquor store owner
The guy who makes killer tacos at Cotijas
Weren’t the best choices for references.
Regardless, I feel like Sally Fields right now.
‘You like me, you really really like me.’
Which makes me think of James the Bames. He does a killer Sally Fields impression.
Can’t. Stop. Snickering.
Duuuuude. You really should have gone into voiceovers.