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napoleonherselfHuh. That was surprisingly painless.
I got there 20 minutes early (darn you, lack of traffic!) and had to wait a bit for one guy to get there, but meanwhile I was shown the little room with all the stuff. Basically CSUF is attempting to go paperless, which means they need people to de-staple, organize, scan, and index stuff. The program they're using is under development, which is an added bonus -- I like being able to break things (in the sense of finding bugs, not in the sense of smashing them with hammers -- that's also fun, but generally frowned upon). Eventually the guy showed up and then the interview proper began.
It was me and three interviewers. That was sort of... um... "fun". I fumbled a few of the standard interview questions (what is your greatest strength, what is your greatest weakness, etc.), which sucks because I DID mean to prepare for them but then decided to just wing it. Moron. I mostly did okay. They were pretty casual and kept making jokes, which helped keep me from just running out of the room screaming. I did keep feeling my mouth wanting to quiver, though. It was distracting trying to hold it still while also paying attention to what was going on.
What was nice was that at the end there wasn't an "if". Well, there was one but not in the sense I'm referring to. The main guy said that they'd be calling me in a few days to make an offer, and that if I accepted (there's the if that was), then I'd have to come in and fill out paperwork and then I could start probably next week. There wasn't an "if" in that "IF we decide we want to hire you, we'll call you." Perhaps this was implied -- my interview-fu is weak and I know not its mighty ways -- but it definitely wasn't stated outright. Coo'.
Only real negative is that since the program involved is still under development, they don't want people running other programs at the same time, to minimize problems that are in fact software conflicts, not problems with the software proper. So no updating LJ or playing in SocialMUX from work. Ah well. I'll deal.
Dad's new kick is that I'm worthless, futureless, unemployable, and that the only *possible* way out for me, the *one* thing that will give me a *slim* chance of coming close to succeeding, is to take an adult-ed office-work-type course. I sincerely hope that the next time he comes over to lecture me, I am employed, with this office-work-type job. "Well, I guess I could quit my office job to learn how to hold down an office job..."
What was quite a bit less than nice was what occurred to me while I was waiting for mom to pick me up afterwards. "Hum de dum... need to study for those two finals tomorrow... good thing I only have three finals and one... take-home... wait, take-home, that was due... tomorrow. ACK." Heh. Good thing it only needs to be a couple-three pages.
I got there 20 minutes early (darn you, lack of traffic!) and had to wait a bit for one guy to get there, but meanwhile I was shown the little room with all the stuff. Basically CSUF is attempting to go paperless, which means they need people to de-staple, organize, scan, and index stuff. The program they're using is under development, which is an added bonus -- I like being able to break things (in the sense of finding bugs, not in the sense of smashing them with hammers -- that's also fun, but generally frowned upon). Eventually the guy showed up and then the interview proper began.
It was me and three interviewers. That was sort of... um... "fun". I fumbled a few of the standard interview questions (what is your greatest strength, what is your greatest weakness, etc.), which sucks because I DID mean to prepare for them but then decided to just wing it. Moron. I mostly did okay. They were pretty casual and kept making jokes, which helped keep me from just running out of the room screaming. I did keep feeling my mouth wanting to quiver, though. It was distracting trying to hold it still while also paying attention to what was going on.
What was nice was that at the end there wasn't an "if". Well, there was one but not in the sense I'm referring to. The main guy said that they'd be calling me in a few days to make an offer, and that if I accepted (there's the if that was), then I'd have to come in and fill out paperwork and then I could start probably next week. There wasn't an "if" in that "IF we decide we want to hire you, we'll call you." Perhaps this was implied -- my interview-fu is weak and I know not its mighty ways -- but it definitely wasn't stated outright. Coo'.
Only real negative is that since the program involved is still under development, they don't want people running other programs at the same time, to minimize problems that are in fact software conflicts, not problems with the software proper. So no updating LJ or playing in SocialMUX from work. Ah well. I'll deal.
Dad's new kick is that I'm worthless, futureless, unemployable, and that the only *possible* way out for me, the *one* thing that will give me a *slim* chance of coming close to succeeding, is to take an adult-ed office-work-type course. I sincerely hope that the next time he comes over to lecture me, I am employed, with this office-work-type job. "Well, I guess I could quit my office job to learn how to hold down an office job..."
What was quite a bit less than nice was what occurred to me while I was waiting for mom to pick me up afterwards. "Hum de dum... need to study for those two finals tomorrow... good thing I only have three finals and one... take-home... wait, take-home, that was due... tomorrow. ACK." Heh. Good thing it only needs to be a couple-three pages.
