one of six.

Yes. I like to wear panty hose in 29 degree weather with a dress that is a wee bit too damn tight, a suit jacket with shoulder pads, and open toe black shoes…just so you can see my hot pink nail polish peek through the nude hose.

Classy, aren’t I? 

I walked into a room of men. 5 to be exact. Another fact, all were at least 6 ft tall. For once, I didn’t feel like an Asian Giant.

Guy number 1, MBA graduate from Brown. Guy number 2, BBA graduate from Northwestern. Guy number 3,  undergraduate from Vanderbuilt. Guy number 4, undergraduate from Georgia Tech. Guy number 5, MBA from NYU.

First instinct: Holy. I’m in a room of elitists. How can little stephanie mc vomitmouth stand a chance? Nerves start kicking in. Palms start getting clammy. Then I observed a sweat drop from Mr. Brown University’s head. Could he be just as nervous as me? The room was definitely NOT warm. His fingers tapped his padfolio one too many times.

I might have a shot…

Of course, I start off my introduction clearly stating how everything is bigger and better in Texas. Somehow, the group dynamic was very intimate. What started as simple introductions quickly turned into aggressive competition. The next thing I knew, I was up for a possible eating contest with Mr. Georgia Tech. All the sudden, nerves were gone and the time was 10:00 a.m. Ready for interview introduction then my very first case interview.

I’ve ran through scenario after scenario with friends, at work, in my sleep…it was constantly on my mind. Accounting principals? Check. Business operations/strategies? Check. Healthcare patient practice? Check. Revenue cycle? Check. Quantitative methods? Check.

The interview was broken up into three main sections: Case, Quantitative, and Behavioral. All in all, it was not bad at all. I definitely could have gotten a far worse type of question, but I was pretty damn lucky I actually had an idea what I was talking about. King, I think you did OK. Could have done better…but, knowing me, I will always tell myself “I could have done better”. 

Instead of boring you with details of what was asked and what was said (unfortunately, there were not that many verbal vomit spews), I’ll leave it on the note that I did OK. The case ended up being a lot simpler than my worse nightmares. The behavioral wasn’t bad at all…I mean, I’ve only done 50+ in my life. I hear back on Tuesday whether or not I get 3rd rounds, which would require me to fly out to the client’s site. 

I hope to see you again, Chicago.

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I’m ending on the note that while I was writing this entry…my mom and I were instant messaging saying “go to bed” to each other for the last 30 minutes. 

Good night.