Why are interviews so stressful and nerve wracking? It is just 2 (or in this case 3) people sitting around talking about a job, what skills you have, trying to learn a bit more about you (and you about the job). But there’s so much pressure. Only there’s not, it’s only pressure you put on yourSELF. Oh how I wish I was a confident and assertive person. I can be. Almost any time except in interviews.
I should have just kept my mouth shut and not told anyone about the interview. When you don’t tell people, they can’t ask how you went, and you don’t have to say, “I blew it.”
I blew it.
I said “um” and “yeah” a lot and didn’t give very detailed answers to the questions. I had 5 minutes to think about the questions, they gave them to me when I got there, but it was not enough time. When have you showed initiative in your job? Why do you want this job? What experience do you have with databases? Mailing consent forms is a responsibility of the position, how would you manage that? How do you keep organised in a busy office environment? What do you think are important components of a client database? How do you like to be given direction from your manager? What was the biggest contribution you made to your previous workplace?
I have such fantastic answers for all of them. But they didn’t hear any of them. I froze.
“Do you have any questions for us?” I hate this one. I hate it, because once I’ve left I think of 10 questions, but on the spot I can’t think of one. I felt like it was rushed, like they’d have no idea who I was if they saw me again, like they didn’t ask any questions that really gave me an opportunity to talk and show who I am. Though I suppose they did, I just didn’t take them and turn the answer in to that.
They’ll make a decision by Friday, but I won’t expect a call, and I’ll try with all my might not to get my hopes up that maybe I did better than I am thinking. I’m sure someone went in there, knew exactly what they were talking about and blew them away.
So now I have the post-blown-interview blues. I need to snap out of it. It’s just that it is so hard to get an INTERVIEW let alone a JOB and I had my foot in the door, and I couldn’t fake it til I made it at all. I laid down and played dead. So now it’s back to the drawing board, trying to find something else that has perfect school-friendly hours with weekends off.
The positive? I have a job, so I’m not (yet) desperate for another. I guess that’s something to be thankful for.