Patient

I've been patient, I've been nice, I've been understanding. But there is a point at which my nerves and patience reach their limit and today is that day.

For the past nine months I have been operating unknown to everyone and their dog it seems, without a boss (ok, minus the past few months) doing all of the membership program, filling in the gaps my boss left, and have been sapped of all possible knowledge I once had. I understand the University has it's HR processes, but when offered a "promotion" it seems as though you should receive it sooner than three months after you have been notified of such. Give me the job already.

I admit the soreness in my throat and the feeling of nausea aren't helping my current state of positivity, but I also have to recognize that in the real world where time and money really do matter, I would not still be dealing with this promotion. Today, I had the privilege of interviewing for a job I have been doing for several months now. Welcome to the most awkward ten minute interview ever (of my life anyway).

1. "What do you feel qualifies you for this position?"
-Uh, the past two years!

2. "What experience do you have with membership programs?"
-Again, the past two years doing just that.

3. "Tell us about a print project you did from start to finish."
Oh, god. Like everything I've ever produced for a campaign. I work with my boss to solidify the ideas behind our campaign, send text and photos to designer, have designer mock something up, go back and forth with edits until fabulous and ready to mail.

4. "Tell us about your experience with working on a team. Give us one example of a successful situation and one example of a team that was unsuccessful."
-(Thinking "Oh, Lord") Lacrosse team, current staff, refer to valid event using team situation and refer to crappy business group where no one lifted their weight but myself and another guy.

5. "Where do you see your career going?"
-I have no idea. I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do and right now I'm passionate about the university. (Trying not to burst into tears and admit what I'm really thinking because honestly, I feel so lost and clueless about what the hell I'm doing with my life.)

Bonus: "Do you have any questions of us?"
-No.

And, done. Why do Mondays always suck so much? Sorry to be a downer. Maybe some more sleep will fix the funk I've found myself in.