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The past day or so I was feeling down again because of my professional job situation. I had that phone interview with that college last week and hadn't heard a word. By yesterday afternoon I was sure it was gone and that I was once again left without hope. They want to interview on campus next week, and I was sure they would need to give time to people to get there, hence calling people by Tuesday at the latest. My wife gave some words of encouragement, telling me to be patient since committees don't always reach a decision right away.
Just over an hour ago the phone rang. It was them. I'm a finalist! Next Tuesday I'll drive out there, stay for the night, then have the on-campus interview, along with the obligatory teaching demonstration, the next day. From there I'll head home.
Here I go again! I know it will hurt if I don't get the job, but it hurts worse when I don't even get to be so much as a semi-finalist. This is my second finalist interview in less than 3 months. It sure is a shot in the arm.
A college buddy of mine (who knows nothing about Meredith) teaches music at a midwestern university. He wasn't surprised to hear how I got caught up in the politics at Backstabber University, having seen so much of it himself.
Also, if things continue as they are, my exile at home will be over.
