current mood: happy
Thanks to a "premature" call from my HR department, I now know that I am going to receive a job offer! I applied for two jobs, but after the interview (which I felt went really well), I really only wanted one of them. These jobs were both mortgage underwriting-related, by the way. So they had me take a test, and there was a question that I was the only person to get right--another good sign. Then I had to take this bizarre online test, which included things like giving the correct definitions of "jocose", "ostler", and "Anopheles." How often you would use any of these words in an underwriting capacity....well, you wouldn't. ("Fannie", on the other hand, you get to use with alarming frequency!) Today, this Russian woman (who, when I visited her for a career development session, advised me: "Don't jump the ship!") called me. When I called her back, she said, "I called you prematurely, but I'll tell you this: [your new boss] wants to make you an offer for [convoluted, corporatized name of the postion you wanted], but we haven't determined the salary figure. I'll call you back." The use of the word "premature" makes me feel like we're talking about babies (so did the use of the phrase "final push" today).
So, yay! I'm an underwriter! I'm jumping the Good Ship Processing!