The procedure for obtaining an interview with a recruiter is very simple and devoid of any modern technology. I mean, you come at seven in the morning to the hotel (many were staying there, others were in a close, some, like Jessica, spent the night with a relative and a few others, like Marc, had rejected large hotels in the vicinity and were housed in more traditional hotels in downtown Boston) and walk through the large hall where at that time and have plenty of tables positioned behind them-stuck on the wall are great roles in which each school is identified and declared what teachers need ("There is no updated list it, everything on the Internet is outdated compared to this information," Jessica explained to me with whom I met at the door of the hotel and who, like me, was in the group of early risers.)
When the bus left us at 6:45, it was not yet seven. However, the line of impatient waiting and have sleepless fifty people, that was nothing, in a few minutes we would be five hundred. doors were opened the room and income. People moved wildly, as if trying to locate hasty schools that were in the top of their preferences (as I did not, in these new circumstances I have stated, most claim to get a job, looking indifferent to the plight of others and proceeded leisurely to the broad environment saturated with teachers dressed in their finest fabrics-which is no less a fiction, because it does not teach classes, except some college too traditional and conservative, more English than American-).
walked next to Jessica who suddenly pulled out of portfolio that block that never left and began to write with the dedication that she usually does things. "What do you score?" Curious asked, "I make a list of schools that need teachers of music, compared with that I have, I delete those who no longer have vacancies, which have added new seats, and I a map of the room to know where should I go first. " Yes, that's it, at that time did not know whether to envy or to thank my genes for the bohemian chaos that protects me. Against this girl so orderly, so farsighted, so ready to exit gracefully from the trance that was coming, I was dragging, without much attention, backpack where my computer would (probably the only material that he kept some appreciation today, unless we take into account my clothes sized only find in some cities in the world where obesity is not a dirty word but a good deal) , the twenty copies of my resume and some samples of the books I have published (such as an ace in the hole because the writers, who knows why, we have some work impunity and some social prestige). "Will not you write?" He asked when we finished going around the place and I looked with the same eyes of uncertainty with which I see every time I do not know something and not know what hidden awaken maternal instincts women, "Come, I will score," said the beautiful, young and friendly music teacher and retrace the space filled with teachers who could not hide his excitement under his freshly ironed shirts and skirts below decentísimas knees.
At eight entered recruiters. be placed on their tables. started dancing. front of the area for each school were formed ranks, a long and others short, depending on who knows what act of selection and discrimination that applicants understand Pearl and to me remains as mysterious and fascinating as faith, love and ice cream served right in the middle of winter. Before tables where recruiters feverishly coordinated appointments, marching one by one the applicants. The heads of the institutions had a minute or two to see if you knew (if I had written previously) or to take a look, as the crow flies, the curriculum handed over. They read, I saw, I scrutinized a few moments with the experience of those who for years "reading" people in a few seconds, talking two or three words between them and gave you an appointment or you say "sorry, not what we are looking "or came to "Right now I have no free space to make appointments, but leave me your resume and if the occasion arises we communicate with you," an empty phrase, but full of hope (of course, there are variations on the table in Russia For example, a lovable woman told me "you have the experience we need and would love to hire you, but in the Russian Republic by visa issues, only hired American and British" or so).
This lasted two hours. At ten emptied the room, changed roles, put others in other schools with new vacancies and again started the second round of the hunt for a quote that could be the promise of a job somewhere in the world. With so many participating schools and more than five hundred candidates, there was no room in the hotel where we could be together, so the division.
Using the plane kindly Jessica had drawn me, I went to the tables looking for teachers of Castilian and chose, first, the shorter lines (and Sally had warned "do not despise a school because not know where it is or they hear a faraway place or causes fear to know nothing of that region, all institutions participating in this fair have been verified by the Association and are outstanding places to work ") and, once it had secured some interviews, I made the longer tails (usually in very large schools with lots of job offer). The procedure was simple and expeditious ; those first hours passed ferocious.
At noon was concluded that stage. Recruiters rose and went to their rooms, converted into makeshift offices, where dozens of talks would enter into with dozens of strangers to those with specific questions, with experience, with the eye used to "read" people beyond their papers and recommendations, all I learned in years of work as administrators, they would discriminate in a "this interests me, this is not" all our best teachers and our best smile suits us we presented as an "option" as the best choice in this sea of \u200b\u200bhundreds of teachers looking for work.
After the first part of the process we were all there with our few or many interviews agreed, ready to go. Quotations pact had made all my appointments would be possible (but opened the next day a "last resort" where schools have not yet hired, gave a new opportunity to get an appointment for Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning, I was curious, really there were few remaining job opportunities, although the theme of opportunities we know that, like the lottery-just one, if the award).
I got nine citations (three of which had been previously agreed with the blessed text messages you left in the folder and only reconfirmed here, for example, a recruiter from a college in China, I was in line, called me and said "you know we are interested in you, do we see each other? ", and that was it) Jessica got fifteen, Marc, whom she later we met and who was very clear where he wanted to go and where not, had agreed a just over half a dozen meetings (good numbers, because then I knew of others who only got three or four).
After the first function is one with a lot of paperwork in hand and pledges " at that hour talk "with their risk nothing and silence, with his previous troubles, his nerves, his hopes, his walk through the halls turning his clock time consuming and wholeness, their comings and goings, their people going up and down the stairs or the elevator to face "this job is mine", or around, with the vague expression "I have gone right?". The "free time" are heinous, the time between interview and interview is a kind of black hole from which they all leave again reviewing brochures, inserts, advertising, searching the Internet (as I am I like that tree of wisdom of Good and Evil which I read in the old legends of the religion in which my parents raised me), seeking information, seeking information, looking for previous experience, looking for maps or photos of the cities where the schools those aims as "see" the world would serve to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe future.
Thus the waiting period began to despair, with the minute hand forward or not moving very fast, with not knowing, with its expectations, with the urgency of holding his composure and not get win the very human temptation to run away ...
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