In 10 minutes I will be leaving the house to attend a job fair. Gross. It sounds like the least fun fair ever! But I am going to go, which is actually quite the achievement for me, as leaving the house is quite difficult. Okay, so stepping out the front door isn't hard, but once I arrive at my destination, I have the urge to turn and run. Which has happened. Twice. Except I don't run, I panic and stroll away. Ha, running. Who does that?
I wonder what runs through other peoples heads when they are about to apply at a job, or be interviewed. I am full of fear and and instantly regret ever stepping through the door. But then, once I force myself to approach someone, my brain switches over into a completely different person. I'm charming, relaxed, professional, and act like there is no place I'd rather people. Which is a lie; I would like to be anywhere else but there. So weird. Maybe it's the performing I've done, or perhaps I have a split personality, but once I'm "in the zone," I can breeze through an interview like nobodies business. It's the getting there that's the problem.
Ah, well, wish me luck! Maybe I'll have a job by the end of the day!
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