On 14th Jan, I had finally put the finishing touches to my first international job application form. I had received several offers of help from my colleagues. After deciding this was because they genuinely do like me and it wasn't a cunning ploy to help me ship out, I gratefully accepted their help and we pulled apart every sentence that I had constructed and rewrote the lot, making it much more suitable for the positions that I was applying for.
On the closing date of the 14th, I bit the bullet and pressed send on the emails.....and waited.
And waited.....and waited some more.
The frustration set in and I have spent the last week wondering what I had written that had not encouraged them to send me an email back inviting me to an interview. After promising my Mum that I would keep her informed of any interviews, come Saturday I had no news. I felt hugely deflated after the excitement of making the decision to go which then slowly trickled away and left me feeling a bit hollow. I started to doubt if I was making the right decision and thought that I must have been wasting my time with the hours that I had put into the application form. I began to look at other jobs on the TES but nothing else was grabbing my attention. Maybe I had just deluded myself and really I should stay in the UK and see what else came my way...
So Saturday morning, I got up and went to the gym. When I came out, there was a text from Mum asking me to call her when I was free. But when I got home, her phone was engaged. Time to check the emails...
..And there it was! What I had been waiting for all week - an email from the Head's PA inviting me to come to London to meet some of the staff and interview with them. I waited for the rush of excitement but it as yet has not arrived. Neither has the nerves or the thoughts that I am doing the wrong thing. I guess this is my way of making sure that I stay grounded throughout the process. I have no idea what to expect from the interview. Teaching interviews in the UK usually involve teaching a group of kids and being observed and then a formal chat at the end but I am sure that there will be no kids around this time. Also, they want me there for an hour plus 30 mins beforehand to chat about living and working in Qatar, which I think sounds quite positive...who knows!!! ARGH!!! I have no option but to go along and find out.
So to take my mind off it all, I have spent the day, well at least an hour, trying to get an interview outfit sorted out. Joy of joys! One skirt is a bit too large, but comfortable. The other fits but is a teency bit too tight, although I can walk around and sit down in it. I think I shall live off celery and water all week (yeah, right!!) and decide next weekend!!
In the meantime, I am away with 40 school children for a week, so that should take my mind off things, mainly because I won't have time to think :-)
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