Whilst “packing” tonight I dropped my blender on the floor and it shattered everywhere. Smoothie season is officially over. But I didn’t take a photo because already, here in the very earliest stages of my packing mess, I can’t find my camera charger. I did however find my remote-alarm-fob for my car, and I fixed it by replacing the battery (I am so clever!), which will be very important when I move down the mountain and back to places where you don’t leave your laptop sitting on your passenger seat overnight in a manually-locked Honda Civic.
I got two job rejections today. The first interviews seemed to go well, “test” steps seemed to go well, then I didn’t make the cut. I wonder if part of the problem (besides the fact that everyone hates me of course) is that I don’t desperately want a job?
I mean, I do want one, I do want an income, and want something gratifying and edifying and not-triathlon in my life, but I have a feeling that for these jobs I am applying to, there are like 300 other applicants who reallyreallyreally want the job and are totally on top of their game when the hiring person calls them. Whereas I only really want the job, and am busy fiddling with my bike or re-defining “off season” when they call, and then when the person does get me on the phone we just wind up chatting about triathlon or Excel or my really stupid answer for “what’s your biggest weakness” which is: I don’t have much tolerance for stupidity. Job people don’t have much tolerance for intolerance. So it’s a stupid answer. So then in my head while I am talking I realize that I am stupid for saying that, which means I can’t even tolerate my stupid self, then I mumblingly try to make myself sound nice, and someone else gets the job.
Sigh. At least I won’t have to use up any vacation time for my upcoming vacations.
Furthermore, the good thing about being on the market for a new job is that one can justify the purchase of new cute shoes, provided they are on sale of course, and please note my inspecification of quantity of pairs of new cute shoes.
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I knew I liked you. Cute shoes are ESSENTIALS. DSW (one reason I was sad I skipped Silverman) rocks for cute shoes always on sale.
Bummer about the lack of smoothies and jobs in your near future…though I predict you will click with an employer that has a soul and vision and a sense of humor and they’ll snap you up pronto.
If you haven’t already, do a search for “behavioral interviewing” and jot down your answers ahead of time to the common questions. With a phone interview, you can even have notecards handy to refer to when they ask you to “Tell me about a time when…”! The trick in a question like “biggest weakness” is to be both honest and to offer an example of how are able to compensate for this weakness, e.g. “Organization doesn’t come naturally to me, but [insert organizational system/software/color-coded post-its here] has really helped.”
Wow Gilby had some great suggestions. I was going to try to be helpful like that but now it’s done for me. Sweet!
I wish I could stock up on cute shoes right now. Sigh. I need more money though.
Anyway, when you find a job you REALLYREALLYREALLY want, you will know, and you will do all the right things to get it. It seems to happen that way.
hmm. try wanting it more
my best interview ever was when i already had a job. i didn’t need them, but they wanted me. i think job interviews are much like dating.
as for the “biggest weakness” i like to be very specific. i always say: “i don’t speak spanish.” this usually throws the interviewer for a loop, because, obviously in this day and age and in california, that is a huge weakness. but it doesn’t require much explanation. and if they ask you to elaborate, they are just a racist asshole. so, really, it is a win-win answer.
Court, I really know what you mean. With potential employers you almost have to FAKE IT if you “really want it.” There are those dorks out there that “REALLY” want it. SO annoying. Let’s start our own company…hmmm, what should it be called?