Man, seeing things pop up about the Oregon head coach recently really threw me back. Not because I follow the Ducks super closely these days, but it reminded me of this one time, years ago.
I was actually trying to get a job out on the West Coast. Had this interview lined up in Eugene, Oregon. Flew into Portland, rented a car, made the drive down. It was my first time in that part of the country, pretty different vibe.
While I was there, I remember driving past the university campus. You see Autzen Stadium, even from a distance, it’s kinda impressive. Made me think for a second about college football and the coaches. Talk about pressure, right? Always under the microscope, every single game.
Anyway, the whole reason I remember this connection is because that job interview trip was… well, let’s just say it was something else. The actual interview itself? A bit of a mess.
- First, finding the office building was a pain. GPS took me somewhere weird.
- Then, the person I was supposed to meet was running super late. Sat in the lobby for ages.
- When we finally talked, it felt like they hadn’t even really looked at my resume properly.
It was just this awkward conversation. They asked questions that didn’t seem to fit the role they advertised at all. Felt like they didn’t quite know what they were looking for, just throwing stuff out there. It had that chaotic energy, you know? Like a team trying out a bunch of different plays hoping something works, maybe like how some teams cycle through coaches hoping for a magic fix.
I left that interview feeling pretty confused and honestly, a bit put off. Didn’t get the job, which, looking back, was probably for the best. Dodged a bullet, I think. It just wasn’t the right fit, felt disorganized from the get-go.
So yeah, whenever I happen to see a headline or something about the Oregon head coach, my brain doesn’t jump to stats or game results. It jumps right back to that weird trip, that confusing interview, and the feeling of driving around Eugene wondering what the heck just happened. Funny how your mind makes connections. It’s just one of those random memories that sticks with you for no good reason.
