Well, the interview went ok, nothing exceptional, but being on the
18th floor was nifty, and there was a lot of nice glass up there,
with sexy offices and stuff. The interviewer dude, Ivan, was a nice guy and was
even later than I. But before I go on, let me digress into the story of the
trip out there.
I specifically was planning to leave around 11:45 (the interview was at 1), so
that I could have the hour it would take to get me to downtown Vancouver (Zoolink is just up from Canada place at
Hastings and Burrard). It was non-rush hour, so I figured hey, no problem.
As fate would have it, I ended up hitting the highway at pretty much 12, leaving
me only an hour. Turns out that it takes exactly an hour to get down there, with
speed only going 10 or 20 over the limit. I get down there and find the place
with about -4 minutes to spare. Then comes the dreaded parking.
I found a place that caters to Canada place just down on Burrard, with a lovely
“early bird” price of $9 for all day. When I parked and headed to the exit, I
should have realized that down was a bad thing. It said exit, so I figured,
“hell, that’ll get me out right?” Well, it did, but somehow I ended up in the
utility zone down almost at sea level at the pier 🙁 The door didn’t open up
from the outside of course, and the direction of the building (or at least, the
direction least away) was obviously not going to let me back to the
streets, so I ended up running in the other direction, my UF shirt and “hire me”
jeans getting a decidedly non-interview workout. I found some guys from
someplace who were locked out of
somejob who pointed me to a utility elevator that
would get me up to Cordova. This of course left me about two blocks down, and
three across from where I parked, leading me to a run that got me to the
building sweaty and tired, trying to fan myself in the elevator as it rocketted
to the 18th floor. I arrived about 15 minutes late (you’ll note that
that was the exact amount of extra time that I gave to myself originally that
was eroded by making sure I had everything I needed, and getting lunch on the
way), but Ivan was busy apparently as well, so we didn’t get to talking till
about half past.
The person they were looking for was a php person to do stuff on their website,
and the possibility of dealing with some cool stuff in the future (my C
experience gave me a plus there it sounded like). They also have a contract to
do stuff to deal with my Real Estate experience (again, another “yay” for me).
I won’t disclose what I was told about what they’d be doing, or what the
successful applicant would be doing, not that it would be a company secret or
anything, but they probably wouldn’t want that, and I don’t feel like typing all
that much. The interview ended well, though Ivan and myself didn’t get into a
really chummy banter. The disadvantages should I recieve the job would have to
do with the drive (an hour, plus cost of parking) and that they only want a part
time person to start. However, I’ll wait until I get a job offer before
worrying about that 🙂
Speaking of job offers, looks like Tig came through for me! I just
received an email requesting a phone interview with his company! Wh00p!
11:00am
Well, just about to head off to my interview. I am wearing my new “hire me”
jeans (no, not the buttless ones) that I got last week. I figured that when
your pants have a hole in the crotch and the legs are about to fall off (or
simply disintegrate), it’s time for a new pair. So I headed to Marks Work
Wearhouse, the only place that has jeans that fit me perfectly, and got not one,
but two pairs! One was the normal faded blue, the other black, working
on the theory that black jeans are not only comfortable (like bluejeans), but
also professional (as in “please please hire me!”). A bit ago I realized that I
really have no idea what to wear. I actually went through 3 different shirts
and three different belts trying to find a look that was not too lame, and not
going to make me boil while in the car. The end ensamble? Black jeans, brown
belt, and the grey version of this userfriendly polo
shirt. Not great, but not terrible. Anyway, wish me luck and send me good
karma, I’m outta here!