Apr 16

Apr 16 Shit I Think About In Interviews.

So, there’s been a lot of radio silence over here, but there’s a good reason for it, I promise! Quick Life Update: ya girl went and got herself a promotion! Honestly, it’s not a huge deal, BUT I’ve never gone for a higher position before, so this is a first for me, and I can’t wait to learn about being in a leadership role, and all the new experiences that come with it. This brings us to the topic for today, because I had to go through one of them. I really hate interviews. Luckily, I already knew my interviewers this time, and I was able to warn them about how terrible (I think) I do in interviews. Thankfully, they already know how well I DO the work I have. None of that changes who I am in an interview, unfortunately, so I’m here to share that with you, laugh at myself, and hopefully not be the only one. *crosses fingers*

This Is The Kind Of Mess I Turn Into:

Did I dress appropriately? Do you ever wonder if you dressed too professionally, or not professional enough, for the job you’re interviewing for? I regret my attire choices all the time.
Do I look like a 14 year old? Cause seriously, I get that A LOT. I swear I’m old enough to be here, and handle the job!
Where do they come up with these questions? I don’t know about you, but I have heard some ridiculous questions in interviews. Sometimes it’s hard to avoid not knowing how to answer a question.
Why is it so hard to form sentences? I mean, I have this problem a lot, but it’s on a whole other level when I’m nervous.
Am I sitting like a hunchback? Probably. I have terrible posture, unless I’m thinking about my posture.
Hurry, think of something smart to say! This is usually when I start to not make any sense.
Why do I suck at this so much? Really, Danni, it’s just answering some questions. Get your shit together.
I wonder if it’s obvious that I’m overthinking EVERYTHING. Sometimes, I can feel my eyes start to glaze over while I’m in my head, and I have to yell at myself, that this is an inappropriate time for that. Then I’m worried that the interviewer can see my frustration with myself.
Oh my god, how long are we going to be here? Not that I don’t want to be there. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have even answered the call before hand. It’s just that I have such a hard time talking about how I work. (Where I truly shine is in the doing of the job.) Two minutes into every interview, and I am so uncomfortable, I just can’t wait to leave.
I hope my hands weren’t to shaky/sweaty for that handshake. You know, because nervousness.