. . .but I didn't know what to say. I felt a connection, but I thought maybe it was just that I'd had too much to drink and they really weren't all that into me.
(I kid!)
But as you might intimate from this comment by Anonymous on my job interview prep post, I'm flying out in a couple weeks for an on-campus interview. I've made the final three.
I'm thrilled, and not just because OMG an honest-to-goodness tenure-track academic job, but because it looks to be an awesome position doing what I really love to do--gender history and public history and museum-y stuff and democratizing knowledge--at an interesting institution in a part of the country I'd like to get to know better.
Kindly keep your fingers crossed for me.
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Woohoo! Congratulations...thrilled for you and crossing fingers.
Congratulations and good luck! My phone interview turned into a campus interview too, yay us!
Find your path, and tread it, lightly or firmly as suits the circumstance. I'll look for your footprints, and hope the journey enlightens us both.
Fingers crossed, fingers crossed!
Crossing fingers, toes, legs, elbows. That job sounds awesome.
Fingers, toes, everything crossed! And I hope you enjoy the campus. ANd they you, of course!
Wishing you all best luck -
Fingers are indeed crossed for you -- best of luck!
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