I had my first job interview in about 12 years on Sunday and my most pressing concern was "what the hell am I going to wear?!" I have a wardrobe full of all manner of scruffy jeans, holey cardigans and kiddie craft splattered t-shirts. I also have some beautiful frocks (quite a lot actually) for those rare nights of high heels, dining and dancing. In fact now that I think about it, the number of beautiful frocks I own is vastly out of proportion to the number of nights out that require them...
Anyhow, after a lot of faffing about and a number of outfits tried on and discarded, I set off for the interview, throat dry and nervous as anything. I needn't have been so anxious. The couple who interviewed me where young, lovely and equally anxious. They had never interviewed before, and so had her mum and dad in the room for back up! I really felt like the interview had gone well, and that I had a good chance. I really wanted to get it, much more so than when first arrived. The job was part time, minimum wage, general assistant in a new children's centre opening in Whitley Bay, no great shakes, but beggars can't be choosers and it was the first interview in 6 weeks of applying. But while I was there, they told me that the one of the reason's they had wanted to see me was because of my psychology degree and counselling certificate. They were interested in running some sort of course or workshop for kids with confidence problems and anxiety issues, and they had thought I might be able to help with that. Wowser! Suddenly I WAS really interested. I came away, buzzing, thinking about the idea, how it could work.
Which was why, when I got the call at the end of the day to say that I had not been successful, I was so upset.
And also because it was so dispiriting. Poxy minimum wage, less than I've ever earned for any job, no qualifications needed and I can't even convince anyone to hire me for that?
I've worked through it now; upset, questioning, crossness (MUCH crossness) and now I am stoic. Resolute. What's for me, won't go by me. (I hope!)
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