OHSU = not fun

WEll folks, the day at OHSU was thoroughly ugly and distasteful. It began with a rush-hour panic on the way to the OHSU campus becasue I thought I wouldn't get there on time, but would get stuck in Wilsonville on I-5. To be brief, the interviews did not go well. My first interviewer grilled me more or less conversationally for an hour. My first gaffe was in response to the very first question- 'where is my dad from', to which i erroneously answered upstate new york, then changed my mind to Chicago. great. He asked, "that's kind of important to know, isn't it". Is it? I don't think so. Since my dad and I don't converse regularly, it's hardly surprising that I don't know where he was born. the rest of the day went downhill.