Tue 6 Dec 2005
Yes, No, Maybe
Posted by Erin under Family and Friends
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The Mister is looking for a tenure track professor job. They don’t make it easy on him.
Here’s his schedule for the latest multi-day interview:
10:30 – 11:00 a.m. 11:00 – 11:30 a.m. 11:30 – 12:00 p.m. 12:00 – 1:00 pm 1:00 – 1:30 p.m. 1:30 – 2:00 p.m. 2:00 – 2:30 p.m. 2:30 – 3:00 p.m. 3:00 – 3:30 p.m. 3:30 – 4:30 p.m. 4:30 – 5:00 p.m. 5:00 – 6:00 p.m. 6:00 – 6:30 p.m |
Professor #2 Break Professor #3 Lunch: Professors #4 and #5 Professor #4 FA Office/ Campus Tour Associate Vice Provost Professor #6 Break Presentation of Research Break Dinner: Professors 7 and 8 Professor #8 |
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
9:00 – 9:30 a.m. 9:30 – 10:00 a.m. 10:00 – 10:30 a.m. 10:30 – 11:00 a.m. 11:00 – 11:30 a.m. 11:30 – 12:00 p.m. 12:00 – 1:00 p.m. 1:00 – 1:45 p.m. 1:45 – 2:30 p.m. |
Department Chair Professor #5 Office Break Associate Librarian Professor #9 Lunch: Professors #6 and #9 College Dean Department Chair |
And this is after five years of grad school, a huge application process, a mini-interview at a conference, a mini-phone interview, and a lot of “networking,” which is the academic version of this:

Now imagine doing that for multiple schools. It’s sort of like when you go to visit someone at their office and the door is slightly ajar. You knock, and they say, “come on in!” What you don’t realize at first is that they and all their friends are pressed up against the other side of the door so it won’t budge. They are whispering about you as you try to jam yourself through the tiny crack in the door, shoving against it with your hip and shoulder, sucking in your stomach, and the whole time trying to keep up the friendly banter. “Why yes, I do enjoy the outdoors! And you?”
If you’re reading this, Mister, I’m proud of you. You’re almost through that door. A year from now all the undergrads will have crushes on you, their new young professor with the fascinating research ideas, the staggering intellect, and that way of making even complicated statistics as clear as day.

I’m going to try using the academic version of networking to get my next job.
Good luck Mister!
Hey Mister, I’m proud of you too!
And to think I’ve known you since you were a goofy undergrad with pet pigeons…
My sympathies. The other J’s quest for a fellowship looked startlingly similar. It will all be over soon and you can look forward to a move to a new part of the country. Start dusting off your sense of adventure
God bless ‘im.
Sweet post, Erin! I love the notebook paper.
That particular schedule was actually relaxing compared to others. Other schools with more faculty don’t give the candidates breaks. I have to pack water and power bars to nibble on between offices as if I’m hiking. A friend who was interviewing at another school kept ducking into the bathroom to take breaks. I’ll be glad when this is over!
In other news, school C said maybe they like me today. That means I’m on their “short list” from which they will choose a shorter list to fly out for interviews. And I heard from SB who heard from JM who heard from AP who heard from school F that they will be asking people to go steady tomorrow.
Today I’m going to talk to GL who used to go steady with school N to see if he thinks school N and myself would be a good match, and if so, how to make school N like me. I’m going on a date with school N next week.
I was never good at dating, or small talk. But, as always, life is amusing.
Hey Liz– Nice to see you round these parts. I always read your child-rearing advice to Kate.
Sarah– I don’t think it was the Mister who had the pigeons. Nate had pigeons, mister had green hair.
Julie– So other fields are like this? There is a strong masochistic streak in this culture.
Mister– I thought you were pretty good at dating.
Well, I was good at dating a certain someone named Erin. But dating in general? I just didn’t play the game.
Yeah, no pigeons for me, that was Nate and Frank. But I did adopt Jezebel the praying mantis with Nate and Aaron. Jezebel lived on the bean plant, which was named . . . ? Sarah, you can redeem yourself if you can remember the name of the bean plant on which Jezebel lived.
Jezebel devoured her predecessor and lover Iggy, our first praying mantis, starting with his eyeballs. Did the scarlet runner bean vine have a name?
Poor, poor Iggy!
Wait a minute, I thought you didn’t see the beginning of the devouring, or you would have tried intervening?
I’m almost sure the bean vine had a name too. Maybe I’m wrong though. If you remember Iggy’s name, you’d surely remember the vine’s name.
I thought it was just the Magic Beanstalk!