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Anna's Bytch

THE INTERVIEW

I don’t know about the rest of the world but nothing scares me as much as being interviewed for a new job. Many of my mates have expressed feelings of frustration, anxiety and exasperation when I asked them how they’ve felt in the interview process, but none of them have come clean and expressed out and out fear. I am terrified at the prospect of going into a room full of strangers and having to sell myself because, in a nutshell, I suck at it.

I am not one of those people who can walk into a room full of strangers and feel completely at ease; I am one of those people who feel like they're being put in front of a firing squad. I am incredibly shy when I first meet someone new, in fact I am usually unable to make eye contact, and that is what makes the interviewing process so hard for me. The most important part of an interview is being able to impress your potential employer with the wins and goals that you have achieved in your professional life, well, the only thing I’ve ever won was Third Place in the Long Jump when I was seven, and I don’t really think a potential employer would be impressed with my shiny purple ribbon no matter how pretty it still is. My problem with being interviewed is that when they ask what I see myself doing in five years and I say that in five years I plan on being a published and successful writer, they reply ‘No seriously. Where do you see yourself in five years?’

What is so wrong with wanting to follow my dream? Every time I go in for an interview I get the same look that reads ‘You delusional ridiculous child, when are you going to grow up?’ and I end up not getting the job because I refuse to tell them what they want to hear: that I will give up my soul for a 9 to 5 job. I have been giving away bits of my soul for the last two years and I am just now starting to piece it back together. This last job has been a blessing and a curse; I have been tempted many times to give up the ghost and accept the fact that I may never be a published, successful writer, but being in this job has made me realize that I am not a 9 to 5 kind of gal. I have had almost every ounce of my dignity and self worth taken away because of this job, I have been treated as a scapegoat and a dogsbody, running around and doing everything for everyone and never receiving so much as a ‘thank you’, but I have also been provided with so much fodder for my writing that I will have no problem writing an entire volume of work about my employers.

So in the spirit of keeping my goal in sight I decided to face my fear and put myself in the hot seat again. I began to put out my resume on the Internet and I have to say that I had quite a lot of responses and one in particular stood out from the rest. This particular job was with a small up and coming consulting group in downtown Toronto who were looking for someone with a writing background to help them out. I couldn’t believe it! This job had ME written all over it! For the first time in a long time I felt excited about the possibility of a new experience and when I met them I was immediately put at ease. This in itself is completely unheard of! Me being at ease in an interview. But I was at ease and it was all due to the environment surrounding me. Two men who kept describing themselves as ‘geeks’ were interviewing me in what can only be described as a very hip little office with cheesy but appropriate muzak playing in the background. We spent most of the interview talking about my writing and my involvement with Shebytches, and when one of them piped up and said that he had gone through the site and read most of my articles I knew that this environment was what I needed. I left the interview feeling like I had just spent the last hour with a comedy team from MENSA. Luck was on my side and I got a second interview and I left feeling the exact same way.

I didn’t end up getting the job and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t upset, but the most important thing came back to me: my self-confidence. I am so glad that I put myself out there again because if I hadn’t, if I had remained terrified, then I would never have met these amazing guys. The entire interview process was put into perspective for me and I know now how to handle it better. The first (and most important) thing I remembered is that my dream, my goal, is the center of my life and anyone who doesn’t understand that will never understand me. I have to be able to express myself in my personal life as well as my job life, and secondly, an interviewer should never make an interviewee feel embarrassed about expressing his or her passion/goal. It is only a matter of time before I reach my goal but in the meantime I will continue to put myself out there with 100% honesty.

Slightly neurotic, extremely passionate writer looking for a job to pay the rent. Any takers?

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