God definitely answered the many prayers of people I'd told about today's job interview. I didn't break down from nerves, and I think I was pretty coherent. Interviewing is an mental and emotional workout, though. By the third hour, when the department director asked me why I should be hired over equally-qualified candidates, the only thing that occurred to me was, "I'm nice." Well, I am, but I've never known that to be a super-professional way of achieving adult employment. They've got someone else to interview (my presentation went pretty well, I think--I didn't ramble overmuch and I kept within time limits; no dazzling graphics on my PowerPoint slides, though) tomorrow, and the decision on who got the job should be made sometime next week.
I will say that I liked everybody who was on the interview committees--none of them appeared to be stinkers, although I am sure everybody has crochets and peculiarities that can get on other's nerves. Actually, I spent most of the time interviewing them, not the other way around. They asked me if I had any questions, and why, yes, I had a page and a half of them. And that used up that whole hour. The other office members were friendly and approachable, and I think all would be cool to work with. I spent the three hours after I got home writing and rewriting thank-you letters to all eleven people with whom I'd spent the morning.
Gosh, I would love to have this job. I know I gave it my best shot, and I definitely had the moral and spiritual support I needed. And I had done the requisite research about the role and the institution which were so highly recommended by all, and I do hope it paid off.
In the meantime, I am going to make some more lamps. I bought four prospective bases at consignment shops yesterday, and I'm waiting on a large delivery of components (they should be here today!) today. I had a coupon code. The story of my life: "But, but, I got a good deal..."