In Purgatory

I'm in the waiting period.

Had my interview...sorry, interviews earlier this week. It took two days of sleep and bare minimum human contact to fully recover.

Eight interviews, 4.5 hours. I know. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

That makes it a total of 11 interviews trying to get into this bank.

The first one went...reasonably well. The discussion entailed an analysis of financial news. QE + Eurozone politics. All exciting stuff, with brief testing on how quickly I can understand financial products.

The second one. That was interesting. Every now and then I hear of stories of horrible interviewers being absolutely stern and tough all in the name of testing the interviewees ability to handle an investigative line of questioning.

Oh my god. This man was good looking, but wow I definitely struggled. He just went at it for 20 minutes, with every minute verbally questioning my ability to do the job...only to proceed to be occupied by his cell phone half way in. It was harsh, strict, but...

I didn't cry. Again, after this year I think my tear ducts are dry. I have used my yearly quota of tears, so much so that I was shocked yes, but stood my ground. My answers were terrible to say the least, and I would understand if they didn't like me or thought I wasn't good enough for the position...but...

I didn't cry. Apparently, girls cry at these things. They probably thought I was really defensive and I wouldn't be surprised if this desk didn't hire me. But there were two more desks at the same company that I expressed interest in...

so after a rather tumultuous 2nd interview, I now wonder how I manged to get through the next 6. Desperation. It was all or nothing, and I couldn't let one guy determine the outcome of the following interviews.

The next three- purely technical. But this point, it was two hours in, and I realized that I had lost two desks. I stumbled so far south, that I really just didn't know what to do.

But alas, kept going. I had three more interviews with a different division...keep a happy face on, and just keep walking. It's fine.

And it was. I really like the guys who talked to me towards the end. It was relaxing and just nice to be able to discuss economics...politics...the bank. It refreshing even, and after four hours, I was happy that the day ended on a positive note.

I didn't even expect this division to interview me, but they did. I can see myself working for them. Now I just have to wait for the phone call.

These days I just keeping thinking of how I could have better handled these questions or how I could have done x number of things correctly...

but I did the best I could. And that's all I can do.

So now I wait. Patiently.


I didn't go to the Russian's party. That's the end of that.

Life has come to a stand still. I am applying for parttime positions around the city because I do need money now. What's life without a bit of struggle eh?

At least I have a roof over my head, really good friends...good food every now and then, but most of the time I go to bed hungry....

You'd think I'd lose weight. No no no...the times I don't eat are taken care of by friends who basically are feeding me. Net effect = no weight loss >

Anyway. Thanks for the moral support, I just need to pray now that they liked me enough to give me a position this summer.


Belle

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