The school I talked with last week called me back for another interview. Actually, the personnel guy called me at 9 pm Friday night while I was at a bar. Luckily, I had forgotten my phone. If I would have answered it and our man had heard the music, that would probably have been the end of the story (more on this later).

Since Monday was a holiday, I went in on Tuesday at 8 am. Ack. Since I am so far away, I was 20 minutes late. The personnel guy pointed me towards a high-rise (remember, this is a high school), and said go talk to Khun X on the 11th floor. Eventually a kind soul explained how to get to the 11th floor, since the elevators only went up to the 9th.

I finally made it, and met Khun X. I don’t know if it was the early hour, or the hassle of getting up there, but I immediately didn’t like her, and she didn’t seem to like me. My distress was added to when she informed me she was looking for an English teacher, even though the highly competent personnel guy said they were looking for a math teacher. So, I told her I didn’t want to teach English, but I would consider it if she made me an offer.

The interview was cursory, and she spent about half the time on the phone. She probably only asked me three questions, and she was surprised when I wanted to ask her a question. At the conclusion, she wrote something in Thai on my application, along with “OK,” so I guessed I had passed the interview.

I had to come back after lunch to interview with the board of directors. One of my friends, who likes to enjoy a few now and then, warned me that one of their questions was “do you drink?” He became indignant, and answered “yes.” Their follow-up question was “do you get drunk?” To which he answered “sometimes.” Wrong answer, and the interview was over.

I wasn’t sure how I would handle this question, but it actually never came. The brief talk with these three went well. They didn’t even talk on their phones.

Wednesday was a holiday, but Khun X called me today to offer me a job. School starts next week, so they are desperate. I told her I had an interview tomorrow, and I would call her after that. She wasn’t too happy, and said she was going to keep interviewing people, and wouldn’t hold the job for me. She called at 5 and said she hadn’t found anyone.

This job would be my second choice. I have my heart on not teaching English now. I hope the interview tomorrow goes well.