DC on the DL

Some of you know this already, although I haven't told many people for fear of jinxing things.

Tuesday I had an interview.
At the British Council.
In Washington, DC.

That about sums it up, really. I applied for a Marketing Coordinator position with the British Council, which would entail marketing studying abroad in the U.K. to American students. (Something I have just a wee bit of interest in!) They called me last week and asked me to come for an interview after Thanksgiving. On Tuesday I woke at 4:30 a.m. 19 hours later, I had:

• flown over the Pentagon and Arlington Cemetary as we landed.
• called 911 and ordered an ambulance for a woman--she'd tripped on the curb in front of me and dislocated her shoulder.
• walked around the Mall, with the Capitol Dome on one side and the Washington Monument on the other.
• driven down Embassy Row, with embassies from every country in the world flanking both sides in a myriad of different architectural styles. Small countries like Lesotho had tiny buildings, others like Turkey grand ones.
• been buzzed into the British Embassy compound, past a police car that has sat in front 24/7 since 9/11, and through gates and past receptionists behind bullet-proof glass.
• had a 1-and-a-half hour interview, where the two interviewers asked me 7 pages of questions and took notes on everything I said.
• visited the new Museum of the American Indian, part of the Smithsonian.
• sat on the runway for 2 hours while we waited for good weather.

The gist of it is that if I start, it will be in January. I'll find out early next week, and will be sure to let everyone know. I'm sure I'll be emotional: I'll either cry because I didn't get the job, or cry because I have to leave Chicago. No matter what, there will be tears!