I Have An Interview

I have a job interview tomorrow. The last time I had a real interview, where I applied for an advertised position and was called for an interview….might have been 2000? The jobs I’ve had since then, I have known someone who has got my foot in the door, so to speak. I’ve been a “shoe-in” and have not necessarily had to get the job solely on my merits or interview performance. It’s true, I’ve still had to meet with people, suffer through some standard interview questions, “play the game” if you will. But I’ve known someone who has vouched for me. This time, I am on my own.

I know I can do the work. I am educated, but also have common sense, I am friendly, but also hard working, I am punctual, I am reliable. I want to work, I want to be busy, I want to be challenged.

But I am nervous. In the past I have not been a good interviewee. I sweat, my voice trembles, I “um” a lot. I feel like in the last 18 months since my dad died I have really come a long way in knowing who I am, what I stand for, what I want, and I.Want.This.Job. So I am preparing, I have printed the job description, information about the organisation, and I am about to sit and think about some question/answers that I might get tomorrow. I am also going to try and think of some questions I could ask them.

I am going to be confident in who I am, my capabilities and my appearance (my sister helped me pick a new, killer outfit for the interview). I am going to speak clearly, concisely and honestly. As honestly as possible when trying to procure a job, anyway! And I will play the game. I will fake it til I make it if I have to.

Feel free to comment and let me know what kinds of questions you have asked or been asked during an interview, or any other interview tips you may have up your sleeve! I’ll take all the help I can get!

Linking up with Jess at Diary of a Stay At Home Mum for IBOT

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Things I Know – The Job Hunt Edition

No one likes to do it, no one can really escape it. It’s easier for some than others, for more reasons than I could possibly list in one blog post. It’s scary, it’s daunting, it’s competitive, and the older you get, the harder it is.

Job hunting. The dreaded job search. I’d rather a root canal. Or 12.

Things I Know About Job Hunting:

You have to put in 100 applications to receive 1 response, and that still doesn’t mean you’ll get an interview.

Source: google.com via Sharon on Pinterest

 

Employers receive over 500 applications for advertised jobs (ok, so I know for sure of 2 employers who had that many, can’t really speak to the rest).

Unemployment on the Gold Coast is through the roof. I should feel lucky to have my job.

But I want better hours. School hours. So do the other 80,000 mothers on the Gold Coast.

Everyone puts the same crap in their cover letters, you need to be a bit different (in a creative way, not a straight-jacket way) to get noticed.

It’s WHO you know, it’s always who you know. What you know has very little to do with it. Email your friends, make a facebook announcement. Contact everyone you know, and put the word out that you’re looking for a job.

If you do get an interview, you never have anything to wear.

Source: polyvore.com via Amanda on Pinterest

Just keep applying. The more you apply for, the better your chance of getting one. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.

Playing Things I Know with Kelly @ The Good, The Bad & The Unnecessary

Too Damn Freaking Hard

My mum asked me once, “Do you know what the most important relationship is, when you have a child?” I said, “The one with your child?” She said, “No, the one with your husband.”

She also told me not to wait until I was married to have sex, or I’d be sorely disappointed. But that is neither here nor there.

I guess in theory it sounds right (the relationship thing, not the sex thing), but it’s much harder to actually do than to say. It’s hard to feel sexy with a newborn hanging off your breast 20 hours a day. And after all the feeding, bathing, nappying, that goes on throughout the day, who has the energy for anything other than the 2 hours of sleep you know you might get before the newborn wakes up again?

It should get better once they’re toddlers, but then you think you can go back to work. Or, financially, you’re forced back to work. Now you have an employer who wants you all day, a toddler who wants you all morning and evening, and then when the world is quiet and you just want a coffee and good TV show, your husband wants you.

And just for good measure, let’s throw in all the other random curve balls the universe throws your way, like losing loved ones and the emotional toll that takes. I’ve decided it is just too damn freaking hard to be an adult. Too damn freaking hard to be a wife/mother/friend/employee.

It’s easy to see why people drift apart.