Yesterday I had a job interview. It's been a long time since I have interviewed for a job. I really want the job, but I am a little worried.
I think everyone worries after interviewing for work. In fact I think that the only people who can feel really confident after a job interview are those who have no feelings whatsoever.
I had to take a computer assessment. You all know I am computer savvy, right? How else could I blog like I do? But I am a little worried because there was this one question about using the shortcut function for searching. I answered with Ctrl+S (for search). Right? Makes the most sense. Wrong. The correct answer is Ctrl+F (for find). "How was I supposed to know that? I just use google," I tell my hubby. He says, "No Alice, you don't use that function online, but in word processing." Oh, yeah, I actually do faintly remember that function from back in my secretarial days. Too bad I couldn't remember the correct answer during the assessment. I even got this little voice in the back of my brain saying NO NOT CTRL+S, that would be too obvious Too bad I can't call them up and say, "I know I got that question wrong but I will never forget it now." I am trying to console myself by thinking that I got every other question right. And you only had to pass the assessment, not ace it.
But, then I start freaking out about the interview portion. I replay every word out of my mouth. And you all know that can be a scary thing.
All I can do is chuckle and question myself as to WHY I told this story. Seriously, I have no shame. Two male interviewers and I pull out the story with the word pee in it? How did they even contain their laughter.
I will say one thing, that company that I just interviewed is one professional place. Those interviewers barely cracked a smile. Even when I tried to upsell them on the fact that they need colored sharpies instead of just plain black ones for their interviewees to write their names on the nametags. Just barely smiled, those two. Even if it was dress-down Friday, they were not giving up on their professionalism.
I bet they busted up as soon as they saw that my professionalism made it all the way out to the parking lot where my minivan awaited. At least I didn't pee on their floor from pure nervousness.
There's always an upside.
The self-talk that will be ensuing for the next few day at my house: at least you didn't pee on their floor Alice.
And if they don't hire you, no worries. You will still get to sleep through the night.
Oh, and the last but greatest calmer downer: you used to work there Alice. In a higher paying position. If they don't rehire you, it's not God's will.
And I will believe me. Because serenity is awesome. And the only way to get it is to believe and trust in God. He can work miracles. Even if I stick my foot in my mouth at every crossroads in my life.