The anniversary of my day of birth is almost upon us. That’s right. I’m going to be the not-actually-that-big 23. Prepare yourselves. Normally, I’d be very excited. Most years, I start counting down the days from the moment my half-birthday ends. Not this year. I have no hurrah in me. Life is stressing me out… Continue reading Birthday Wishes
(Third week of May.) I’m in a slump. A rut. The pause button of my life has been pressed. Never before have I understood stood “living for the weekend” better than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been working at my new full-time job for three weeks now, and with every passing… Continue reading Fading Away
(End of April. Let’s keep up the pretense.)
Good news, people of the internet! I got a job!
Wow. I never thought those four words could ever bring me such of a feeling of dreadful joy. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. Shake it off.
Anyways, after four months trapped in the evil process of job-hunting, I finally got myself a real grown up job. You know, after their first pick left for a better option. A real confidence booster, isn’t it? Nothing like knowing you’re the second choice. Really makes you eager to meet everyone.
You’re picking up on the sarcasm, right?
On the upside, I got a new car! You know, I think I’m more excited about that then I am about the new job. I’ll miss Snoopy (he was a part of the family for ten years.) But, I think me and Charlie are gonna get along great.
Wish me good luck!
(Written sometime this spring.) Interviews are the worst. Seriously. Questions like “Why do you want this job?” Ummm, last time I checked, money is pretty essential to survival these days. Unless, you know of a community garden filled with money trees, cause that would work too. Wait. No. Something’s wrong. Let’s backtrack this. Yes. Okay.… Continue reading Money Is Why
After a sudden and panic-prolonging change in schedule, I can finally say with relief that I made it through my interview. Or did I?
I have a really bad habit of losing my self-control when I’m in a nerve-wracking situation. I sort of go into robot mode. My words just seem to flow out without any forethought, and that can lead to some really awkward sentences with no endings. Ugh. Those are the moments that keep me up at night.
I’m trying really hard to have the “what’s done is done” attitude, but it’s not working out so great.
I can’t help but turn over every word that was spoken, wishing I could go back and change things. I wish I had prepared better in advance. I wish I hadn’t said “um” so many times. I wish I spoken slower. I wish I had chugged a huge glass of water before leaving the house. WHY DID I SAY THAT!?
Ah, well. There’s nothing to be done about it now.
This past week, my stomach has become a breeding ground for evil butterflies and my brain one for traitorous thoughts of self-doubt and insecurity.
The reason for this outbreak in horribleness comes from the interview that is looming in front of me. It’s my first interview for an official adult-type job. You could say I’m pretty terrified. I’ve always been horrible at interviews. Just the whole idea of being judged freaks me out. I’m also really bad at talking myself up. Also, first impressions. They do say that first impressions are very important, which just freaks me out even more.
Since I received the fateful phone call last Tuesday, I have spent my days meticulously planning the perfect interview outfit and Googling example interview questions online. My nights have been spent restlessly tossing and turning while alternately letting myself hope and telling myself to shut up. That little time between was spent painting my nails, very horribly unfortunately.
Now, here I am, sitting in my room binge watching The Office on Netflix because I’m too wired to fall asleep. I have my outfit picked out, a store of advice from my familial confidantes, and a very loud alarm set on my phone so I don’t accidentally sleep through my interview. Less than 10 hours to go.