Interview Update
The interview was okay. This will be a very personal post, lacking humor and sarcasm (seriously). My interview was scheduled for 11:00am on the 10th floor of the Old National Bank Building downtown, but since I had an application to fill out first, I was told to arrive at 10:30am (I arrived at 10:15am). I finished my application, which asks for less information than a Wal-Mart application, no joke. Then Julie (HR person) told me to follow her. We got in the elevator, went to the ground floor, walked 2 blocks to a different building which was secured. She checked me in, where security gave me a clearance badge. We went to the 3rd floor and I waited in a quiet hallway. Then I was escorted to a conference room where I was asked to wait. A few minutes passed, and a million things rushed through my head. The first thought was, "Man this place is really secure, the pay MUST be good." Another thought was, "I am seriously outclassed here. I don't fit in with these people." A few more minutes passed, and I was greeted by a very nice professional black woman named Jane, and a man named Dave who would be my supervisor should they feel the need to hire me. This is the only time in my life where I felt nervous at an interview. I have so much riding on the line right now, that I could literally have a nervous breakdown at any given second. As soon as Jane started to speak, I was put at ease. She made me feel very comfortable, and professionalism oozed from her. She'd been there a long time, I just know. Dave said barely more than a sentence or two during the whole 20-30 minute ordeal. They showed me their cage, the place where the ultra secure servers are kept, and few are allowed to enter. Then I saw the Security Level 1 area, which is where I would be working. Turns out, my job (if hired mind you) would be to run powerful servers like the AS/400s and various other IBM systems. It kind of looked like a movie from the 70s or 80s where computers took up entire rooms (yeah, it really looked like that). After the interview, I didn't know what to say or do. I got in my car, slammed the door shut, and was splashed with Diet Coke which had been sitting in my window-clip-on drink holder. My nice white shirt, black dress pants, and silk tie were doused. Okay, so there was a little bit of humor in there.