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04/01/2007: "Ripping my hair out in large clumps"
Still waiting to hear back from Iowa, and I'm a bundle of nerves. I keep checking my email every few hours, hoping that an early decision was made.
I want to get the job. I want to be 'that guy' that defied the odds of the market. Usually people apply to 75-100 jobs; I applied to twelve. Usually people spend months putting together their application packet; I decided to apply late, and slapped it together in a few weeks. Usually people have several interviews, and their first job is a temporary position; I'm up for a tenure-track position. If I get the job, I'm defying every unwritten law of the market.
If I don't get the job, I'll be fine. The department wants to keep me on (because I rock) and I have adjunct work lined up for next year. The dissertation will have to be defended before I leave, rather than taking my time and doing a bang-up job (and maybe pulling a few publications out of it). And then there's the whole N. thing--she's made it clear that she's not going with me.
Either way I'll be fine. It's the uncertainty that's killing me.
UPDATE (4/3): Iowa said that they're making an offer to another candidate. While that candidate may still not accept, and thus I may still be offered the job, the chances are good this late in the game that it will not be. So, it seems I'm in for another year of bustin' my hump here in Florida for no money.
