I work as a freelance ASL-English interpreter. That's a fairly interesting job as it is. My colleague in the program, an Irish guy, forwarded me a job ad from this super-cool organization in Europe. It's the European Union of the Deaf (EUD), with its headquarters in Brussels!
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| This is my job! Not pictured: Me. |
For those who don't know, I am obsessed with Brussels since I lived there for a time in 2007-2008, but was forced back to Canada to finish university. O, cruel Fate! Histrionics aside, I actually do love the place and the memories and friends I still have and cherish, so that's why I always make time for a visit.
The ad said "Office Administrator", which basically screams for my freakishly organized tendencies to come out and play. I was egged on by my parents to apply, and so I did. I made up a great resume, cover letter, and - and! - this being the EUD, I filmed my cover letter in sign language (ASL) and sent it off too.
I got an answer quite quickly. I sent it off on the Thursday, and the following Monday I received an answer that they would be in touch after the deadline. The deadline came and went, and I was on the verge of getting in touch, when they drew first blood and asked me for an interview. Normally, we'd work out a time that was mutually convenient, me being six hours behind them. But, they said 12:30 in Brussels, and I didn't want to be problematic, so ... my job interview was at 6:30 in the morning over Skype. For the record, this entailed me waking up at 5:15. But I did it.
I asked when the position starts, and they said it would be by Friday. Sure, no probs. Friday comes, and I got an e-mail saying, "Whoops! We know we said Friday, but let's make it Monday. We're still talking." Today is Saturday (well, Sunday, it's 12:36 AM), so it won't be long before I find out. I have a cold sore from the anxiety.
Wish me luck!
