In which I am victorious.

I am gainfully employed again.

Not that I don’t dearly love tutoring in the school library, but I didn’t exactly have to flex my resume muscle to get hired here. “Do you like math?” “Yep.” “Oh, thank g-d you’re here.” And that’s fine. Nevertheless, all good things must come to an end eventually, and I did need to look for a job that would be a little more relevant to the education I’m going so far into hock for, like I wrote a week or so ago. So after a couple weeks and a round of interviews I have a legitimate position with an unnamed hotel company. Back to being a corporate whore again, but I feel better about it now than during the last two incarnations.

My final panel was some drama, from the moment I got there. Apparently both the Giuliani and McCain campaigns have set up camp there for their respective whirlwind tours of South Florida, so they were full. Plus there were security guys lurking about and everyone was was doing the tense-cheerful thing that people do for big visits. It was a little bizarre because, in spite of all this commotion a lot of people I talked to knew about my interview… the front desk people, a housekeeper, random suits coming out of the office. Strange because it’s not that “important” of a gig; it’s a notch under sous chef.

My panel was four people- I thought it was going to be everyone at once, but I got them in two batches for some reason (convenience, I guess). The first went pretty smoothly, and they dug my emergency-bagel-rolling story from winter break. The second one was with the hiring chef and a surprise guest appearance from the regional executive chef, who happened to be in the building because of the political hullabaloo. o_0

We did the standard format, including such highlights as “what do you think of school,” (expensive but useful) the “what’s your favorite class so far,” (garde manger) and of course the “what do you think will be different here vs. in the school kitchens,” (school is a magical fairyland where other people do your ordering and you never run out of paper towels). The interview ended, thankfully, with El Jefe instructing the chef to hire me before someone else did.

And thus I have a legitimate career now, with paid vacation and dental and relocation assistance and all that good stuff. It’s almost like being a real-live grownup.