Well, I went. For those of you who know the geography of the area, the job is for the county located in the most northern part of the state. It took me just under 2 hours to get there, and I'd budgeted 3. I had time to stop at Subway and browse the bookstore (looking for that book G wants from Santa).
I was still a few minutes early to the interview, but I went in, just in case it was difficult to find. The office is a beautiful restored historic building, and the office was simple to find. The secretary handed me a list of questions, a yellow lined notepad and a pen, with the instructions that I had 30 minutes to complete the questionaire. There were only 5 questions, and fairly simple to answer, but I felt like I'd been given a pop-quiz and I was unprepared. Those 30 minutes flew by.
I was called into the interview, and immedately felt like a child. The interview panel was much more "mature" than I was. 3 of the members were mayors of towns I'd be working with, and I could almost read their thoughts: wondering if I wasn't interviewing for the secretary position instead. I felt very young. They asked me all the questions I'd prepared answers to beforehand, as well as some additional ones - which really threw me off guard. Other than having no budgetary experience, I felt very confident that I am qualified for the position. But I left the interview feeling as if no one in the room took me seriously. I'm pretty sure I'm not the person they were looking for. I caught a glimpse of the gentleman going in before me. He had grey hair and wrinkles - definitely the person they're looking for.
Oh well - at a minimum, it was good practice interviewing.
I came home and had my best run in weeks. I only did 2 miles, but I felt strong and good. And I ran at an incline.