When I say that things went well, meaning that I’m not going to get the job, I was only kidding.
(duh)
I left the house ridiculously early. I was going to take transit downtown, and I didn’t want to take any chances with regards to arriving on time. By the time I got to Osgoode Station, an hour and a half had passed since I’d first stepped on the bus. Man, if I end up getting this job, this is what my daily commute is going to be like. Such is life, I suppose. Anyway, even though the trip took an hour and a half, it was still too early to be show up at the office. So, I dropped by the local Chapters and sat reading a book to pass the time away. As I sat, I started sweating profusely. Earlier, I anticipated this and brought along a handkerchief. Oh, but no amount of patting down and brow swiping could stop the deluge. I was praying to God that I wasn’t going to have embarassing sweat marks on my clothes or anything of the sort.
About 15 minutes before my interview time, I started heading west on Richmond St. I didn’t know what to expect with regards to the building. To be honest, I was thinking that it was going to be a modern style building of glass and steel. As I kept walking, all I was seeing were old brick buildings. I kept going until, BAM, there was the sign on the side of the building. Seriously, it was a surprise. When I got there, I tried to open the door to the building, but it was locked. I had to buzz in, but there was this woman already busy with the intercom. She was neatly dressed and mildly frazzled like me. Seems she was also interviewing with my company. When we got in, we called for the elevator. We stood there for a good minute wondering whether anything was happening. In the end, I thought, “maybe it’s an old style elevator”. So, I pulled on the door handle, and sure enough, the elevator was there all along. How ghetto quaint! The woman remarked “oh, you’re smart!” Heh, can I get that in writing?
Well, the company seemed to have a loft environment. I would have explored, but that would have been…you know: inappropriate. I was interviewed by two guys that seemed to be in their late 20s. They were handsome and seemingly urbanite, making me feel out of place and seemingly young, despite me wearing what I considered to be a sharp suit. Yeah, I know, I’m hitting 25 this year. I still feel like I look stupidly young, you know? Anyway, the interview went well. The focus was more on my work experiences with a few technical questions thrown in. Totally unexpectedly, there were no HR type questions. I mean, there were no “how would you handle this situation” or “if you could be an animal” questions. Instead, it was all business. The technical questions were all Perl related, and I swear, I answered them all correctly with confidence (mostly).
Just for interest, this was one of the questions: “Say, you have a big set of text files of some sort. How how you go about creating a program that would determine the words that appear most frequently in the files?”
Easy enough, no? Well, half an hour in, the interview ended. Considering all of the questions asked, and all of my given responses (with consideration to the whole realm of possible answers) I think I did really well. I guess waiting is now the hard part. This being a long weekend, the waiting time is extended. Even then, there’s no guarantee that they’ll give me a response on Tuesday (if at all). So, I guess I should try to enjoy the long weekend by putting this on the back-burner of my mind. It’ll be tough to do so, but it needs to be done for the sake of my sanity.
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