The Interview
The hot sun hits me between the eyes and my stomach feels like I’ve swallowed a butterfly farm, nerves have definately set in. I’ve forgotten my sunglasses, squinting probably isn’t the best thing to do, oh crap, I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to remember, when was it built?, how many stores do they have?, what do they sell, and oh crap, what’s my name?.
OK just breathe, it’s not going to be as bad as I think it is, I’m sure who ever is interviewing me is going to be nice, and nerves are expected at interview anyway. OK it’s a shop interview I don’t have to recite particle physics, which is good, that’s good, I can relax about that. Right OK so now I’m really early, but that’s OK, better than being late.
Are people looking at me thinking she looks nervous, wearing black and white, that’s definately an interview outfit, especially when I get my notes out to check my job description and my unique skills.
The shop is deserted, is that a good thing?, with no customers would I get bored in this job?, will I have enough to do.
It’s a woman interviewer that’s good, I don’t know why, it just is, and she’s smiling, that’s a good sign.
The interview goes well, she’s nodding and smiling in all the right places, and I’m being as polite, diplomatic and optimistic as I can, I use the words enthusiastic and friendly as much as possible, and my smile is fake, but It gives a good first impression, thank god my teeth are nice and shiny.
Afterwards I felt I gave a good impression of myself, all chirpy and enthusiastic, I’m off again with that word.
I now feel like a weight has been lifted, I almost feel light headed. I feel like treating myself after that, shops, chocolate, and I deserve it.
Who would have thought a simple thing like an interview would be so stressful, you do wonder, why are they are, after all who doesn’t need a job these days?.