I got to the place 15 minutes early, and it was a good thing, too, because the receptionist who was supposed to call my interviewer was MIA. On her window was a sign that said, "For assistEnce, call ext ####."
I called ext. #### and it rang to the damn phone right in front of me on her desk.
It was then that my armpits started getting moist. Until that point, I was as cool as a cucumber. I kept calling that number, hoping that someone would walk by and answer it. Then I started shouting "HELLOOOOO" and hoping someone would hear me. But alas.
Finally I spotted a directory (that I may or may not have been supposed to see) and called my interviewer. She was like, "Let me guess. There's no receptionist? I'll be right down."
The actual interview went really well. I don't want to jinx it, but I think they (the supervisor and her manager) really liked me. They kept catching themselves and saying, "Well, you'll be working with... I mean... if you're hired, you'll be working with..."
So I have a good feeling about it. I should hear back next week.
Oh, and the receptionist was there when I left, and I saw that her name was (I schit you not) FUTURE LEADERS. Miss Missing Receptionist is clearly on her way to climbing that corporate ladder.