Each interview starts with hope. I get dressed feeling like maybe this could be the one, the one job I actually get, my chance to no longer be UNEMPLOYED. And no matter how well I feel like I do in the interview, or how prepared I felt I was, I always come home feeling like I got kicked in the stomach. I’m offering myself to these people, pleading with them to give me a chance, like me, see potential in me, dear god please hire me.
The economy has completely changed job hunting. There are so many qualifications you have to meet, so many levels you must reach, personality matching, work load matching, matching matching matching. How in the world can I be all these things for you? I feel like it’s the world worst guessing game. There I am, trying to figure out what your work environment is like so I can tell you it’s the one I thrive in, trying to decide what sort of personality you need so I can be that girl, thinking about what sort of answers to feed you so you’ll think we make a great fit. It’s exhausting.
Who am I really? And if I told you the truth, would you even want me?
I’m a good person. I work hard. I am trying here. Really, really trying here to make you like me, want me, hire me. It’s like this horrible nightmare where I’m in the Miss America Pageant, and I totally think I am nailing the question and answer section. But when I look down I suddenly realize that I’m completely naked. And we all know that no matter how smart, pretty, or talented, the naked girl will never, ever win.
How many more interviews before I finally get the call?
This is going to take forever, isn’t it?