They said to take some time off to ‘find myself’. I said “To hell with finding myself! I’m going to march my tushy into the big bad world and work like a battery operated robot for half as much as I deserve!”
Great idea, right?
Here’s a question for you, what happens when you take person who has anti-anxiety meds on her all the time and send her to a job interview?
Let me illustrate that for you. I won’t bore you with the details, let’s just cut to the awkward parts.
Interviewer: What’s your name?
Me: Bar….Barbarian. Jaggles. Yes. That is my name.
Interviewer: Er, ok. So tell me about yourself.
Me: I, uh, went to business school. Sometimes I paint………….tofu.
Interviewer: So tell me about [random project] you worked on in college?
Me: (rambles in business-y terms) Business strategy formulation……..macro-economic something or the other……BPR!
Me: So if I do get selected, what would my job entail?
Interviewer: You’d be speaking to a lot of people on the phone. And we’d need you to update our Facebook and Twitter pages with events for marketing purposes. Just let the people know about us. Do you think you could do that?
Me: Yeah! I could do that. That sounds like fun. So fun.
To top everything off, I had the biggest, most awkward smile on through the whole thing.
I nearly cracked up when he asked me at the end if I was nervous. Me? Nervous? Never.
But the interview must have gone well outside of my head since I got a call back. Look at me, almost-sort-of employed! Now to learn to be un-afraid of Facebook and social interaction in general. Because I am fearless.
FEARLESS, I say!
This will be painful.
Your turn! Tell me about your worst interview.