|Date: Sun, 26 Mar
1995 00:16:35 -0500
From: Marcia Booser <booserm@ALLEG.EDU>
Subject: THE interview
To: Multiple recipients of list WORDS-L <WORDS-L@UGA.CC.UGA.EDU>
I knew it was going to be ok because of the few omens that appeared but it still couldn't calm me. The first omen was the fact that we flew to NY on a Saab 340. The second one appeared when I looked out of the hotel window before leaving for the interview. Across the street in an apartment window, I spotted a small Swedish flag.
By the time we arrived at the consulate, my stomach was in knots, I'd hadn't slept well for 3 or 4 nights and I was extremely jumpy. We got to the consulate early (yes Marie, we ordered a wake up call). It was a bit overwhelming and off-putting. Everybody who worked there was behind bullet-proof glass. Where they expecting terrorists?
I was interviewed first, in an itty, bitty room with the woman interviewing me on the other side of the above-named glass. It was difficult to hear her and she made me feel like I was under such scrutiny. As I talked, she typed everything into a computer. The grilling lasted an hour. She asked me everything about how we met, about his family and mine, even sticking in an occasional question about my motivations for getting married. I spoke Swedish the whole time and felt that I did a terrible job. I was mumbling and babbling for the most part. I left the itty, bitty room almost in tears. I collapsed in the waiting room into a ball on the couch, until the secretary came out from her bullet-proof shelter and told me I couldn't do that and to sit up. I mumbled some apology and calmed myself by looking at the wedding pictures again.
Torkel was then interviewed for about 40 minutes. I was so relieved when he came out, I just fell into his arms, crying. I wonder if the secretary and her other co-workers were observing this. I didn't look up to see. As Torkel and I compared experiences, it seemed as if we did just fine. And now all we have to do is wait.
Some further comments from the male half of this enterprise. Our babbling did indeed agree, we found on comparing notes. For example, she asked Marcia about my hobbies or interests, and Marcia answered "Uh..Uh..writing on the net?", and she asked me about my hobbies and I said "Uh..Uh..drinking beer? I'm a computer nerd, you know". So no doubt we were convincing enough. Though why we, and in particular Marcia, should have to go through this idiotic rigmarole is beyond me.