I'm Back

Alright, after my loooooooong hiatus from the blogging world, here I am back with a vengeance. Just two days ago I had my first (and second) job interview in the company where I previously had my internship. It was like being in front of a firing squad- not that it was unpleasant in any way. Au contraire, it was actually rather interesting, but i likened the experience to being in front of a firing squad on account of the fact that the interviewer/s were firing no many questions at me (which usually occurs in any job interview) that I half expected to drop dead the moment the interview ended. ha ha. It was odd being under that much scutiny, it felt like I was some specimen being dissected, and my parts were being examined under a high-powered microscope- I wonder if they saw into my soul????
Hmm... The first interview went rather well, I was told that they would contact me in 2 weeks time if I qualified for the next round, or something like that. A hour later, I was surprised to hear that I was scheduled for a second interview that evening. My first thought: "Wow that was quick. I guess I did something right..."
The second interview was amusing. When I was ushered into the interview room I thought the interviewer would already be there, she was not. So for ten minutes I had the most insane moment second-guessing as to why I was alone in that room with 4 chairs. I sat on the chair close to the door, in front of me was a table with a telephone on it, behind the table was another chair. There was another chair to my left and another chair to the right of the chair in front of me.
In came the conspiracy theories. "Why are there 4 chairs in this room? Is it some perverse personality test to see where I would sit? Should I sit on the chair that is closer to the interviewer's chair or should I stay put on the chair I am sitting on?" the chairs weren't the only objects that made me nuts.
"Why is there a phone in here? Is this going to be an interview over the phone?" I groaned inwardly. "My powers of persuation are at a disadvantage with handheld communication devices..."
Another five minutes passed and my neurotic mind went on overdrive. "Is there a camera in here? Are they watching me, testing me if I am assertive enough to demmand where my interviewer is????"
I was about to go out when my interviewer arrived and quickly apologized for keeping me waiting- so much for my conpiracy theories! I have to admit, I did go a little nuts in that room for a while.
The second interview felt like I was like a dog on a dogshow, perched on a table with my parts being examined- my teeth, tail, feet, fur, eyes, stance, privates? (not sure what they inspect, but I see the judges groping the privates of male dogs, apparently if the male dog does not have testicles, he will be disqualified from entering the show) . Digressing aside, the interviewer fired questions and presented future situations that I might encounter on the job that made me balk at the idea and run the other way. Perhaps, sensing fear, she went for the kill and asked me if I believe myself to be capable of handling situations like that that required meticulous inspection and thoroughness. I faltered a bit, under her intense scrutiny, but managed to assure her that I have been drilled all my life about organization and thoroughness AND my obsessive-compulsive nature is just the thing that will help me get every job done.
All in all, it wasn't much of a fiasco, but I shouldn't have allowed the woman to corner me with her questions like a trapped wild animal staring into the barel of a shotgun.
Oh well, to quote my teacher "I'll have to charge that to experience"
I thought I handled that interview rather well, it felt disconcerting having to drone on and on about myself, but I suppose that's the "product" I'm supposed to sell to my future employers.

"Hi I'm Trish, I work hard, I rarely slack off, I love challenges and I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge. I work better when I'm alone, but working with a team equally stimulates me. I pass assigned paperwork before the deadline and I even obsess about the things I have to accomplish in my sleep. I love being the best, I want to work for the best, and I expect to recieve only the best things life has to offer me- other than that I'm quite willing to work for food" haha

It's a bit nauseating to keep talking about myself. Yes, I am competent. Yes, I think, no scratch that, I know I can handle that. I mean, I'm not Einstein or anything, but I'm sure I have enough intelligence to handle that- I don't have jellybeans for brains if that is what you're implying....

C'est la vie. I can only hope that I didn't make a total cake out of myself during that interview. I handled it with as much finesse and poise. I half expected someone with a crown, sash, and bouquet to show up- felt like a question and answer portion for a beauty pageant, that's for sure.

I'm not mocking the interview process by the way. I'm mocking my experiece and how my twisted mind chose to describe the expereience. Perhaps it has addled my brain in the process. SIGH. It was fun. I hope I won't have to repeat that and land myself a job that I can attack with enthusiasm and the determination of a Olympic athlete. Then again, if I don't get the Gold for my stellar performance during that interview, then I shall have to soldier on... I wonder if I can find a job that caters to my penchant for writing?
Hmm... So the Guidance Counselor dreams have been shot down mercilessly by the forces of fate... I'm undaunted by fate's deflection, but I'll have to work on that by earning a Master's degree before having the courage to apply for that position again.

So here I am waiting in bated breath to be put out of my misery... Did I get the job or not? In 2 weeks time I will get my answer....