Waiting

There are so many different kinds of waiting, each of which has its own delicious torture. There is waiting for a good thing, like Christmas as a kid, or your family or best friend to arrive on a visit or back from long trip away. There are waiting for the bad things, like someone to die or even as petty as I was this morning, waiting from an email from a colleague who has a tendency to get nasty for no reason. And then there is the other kind of waiting, waiting for a phone call that could change your life significantly.

I had my interview on Wednesday. I came out thinking/screaming in my head: 'I WANT THAT JOB'. It is the same feeling I had when I came out of the interview for my current job (which shows how much I've moved on in the last 18 months). The University suits my idea of higher education (i.e. teaching and research), the people were smiley and friendly, the campus was grassy, the commute was a bit long but involved a train so I could read/listen to music to my heart's content. I think I did the best interview that I could have done and came with four or five questions that I genuinely wanted answering - at least two of which got them thinking, which has got to be a good thing.

I think they had one more candidate to interview yesterday and then they obviously have to get together to work out who to appoint. They said they'd let me know as soon as possible so I was expecting to here either the end of yesterday or today. I'm trying to take the delay as a NOT BAD THING, as considering the people on the interview panel I can imagine trying to get them all together in a room to talk about the appointment is going to be no mean feat.

This is truly torture and I don't know if I want it to end as that means that I might not have got the job... send me positive and calming thoughts.