I have been flattened by the flu. Full-on. With fever. Who has time for this?
While home with Flu, I have also been booking job interviews for the candidates to meet us at the Modern Languages Association Convention just after New Year's. I have been on the interviewee end of so many of these phone calls that it is tremendously exciting to be the interviewer this time round. It's nice to hear the excitement in people's voices when the realise you are not a telemarketer but rather a potential employer.
The MLA has a well-deserved reputation for SNAFUS on the interviewer side of things. Interviewees collect disaster stories like prized scars. Once, for instance, I was interviewee when a fatigued interviewer, meaning to ask me how I intended to recruit students for my courses, instead declared "Well, you'll have to teach in a missionary position."
While merely phoning candidates, my friend Flu has been a great resource in furnishing such stories for the up and coming set of interviewees. Yesterday, for instance, I told a nice-sounding gentleman to please "knock-up a syllabus for us." Sigh. Professionalism, thy name is momo[phlegm]abic.