I had my interview yesterday. It went really well -- except for the part where it was clear and obvious that they are looking for knowledge of how manufacturing systems work that no one in MIS (and almost no one in the company) would possibly have.
Ah well. It's not like I particularly intend to stay at this job long-term. (Long term, in this case, being "past October, though I could be enticed away sooner given the right opportunity.") And it seems unlikely that my position will be eliminated for another two and a half to three years anyway.
But, yeah. Other than not meeting criteria that hadn't been listed on the job description, the interview did go really well. I think the guy interviewing (let's call him Happy Godzilla) really liked me, and we seemed to click nicely. He actually complimented me on my communication skills -- which was a nice change from the usual stuff I get from my (generally acknoledged by the rest of the company to be uncommunicative, rude, and unpleasant) coworkers.
Happy Godzilla actually noticed that I speak Japanese and put two and two together to ask (with a great deal of surprise) why I'm not doing something working with our office in Japan. Um... Because my bosses are dorks? Oh, wait. Maybe that's not a politic answer. Was that my outside voice? *ahem* Right. Happy Godzilla said that he was going to talk to Bitchy Boss Lady to see if they could use me now, working with folks in Japan. I don't expect anything to come of it, but it's nice to know that at least someone managed to hold it in their brain for more than 5 minutes that I speak Japanese. I don't know why this is such a hard thing to remember (I mean, hello? This is ME we're talking about!), but folks in my company don't seem to be able to remember it. It's really funny, in a pathetic sort of way.