Interview

I had an interview today. It was for a job in the library. I’ve never worked in a library before. I think it would be pretty great if I got the job. I told one my friends that I had an interview in the library and she said that those are the coveted jobs on campus. She does not lie. Basically they look glamorous and fantastical. Which is why I probably won’t get it.

I think the only reason I got the interview is because, for the first time in my life, I wrote a real cover letter. One time I took a class where the teacher made us write a cover letter, mine was full of semi made up qualifications and skills, so it doesn’t count as an actual cover letter. So this letter that I sent with my resume and class schedule is my first real cover letter. And it was fantastic. I gave specific examples of awesome skills that I have. I talked myself up in the best way, and it worked, I got the call for an interview. Too bad I sort of panicked in it.

I was so nervous and I talked so fast, like the words couldn’t escape my mouth fast enough. I’m fairly certain that doesn’t show confidence, it shows a kind of terror unique to interviews. Then I said stupid things like “I think it would be cool to work in a library” and “I’m so nervous I think my brain might explode.” 

My brain exploding from nervousness.

I didn’t really say that last thing, but I did say the first thing twice, so that counts. Then I tried so hard to look them in the eye, but all I wanted to look at was their shoes and the wall behind them (It had the words “Research” on it, and papers with people’s names and their name tags on it, apparently someone named Mary works there). Then they asked me about a specific stressful situation and what I would do and I got all stressed and didn't know what to say. Then they asked me how I deal with stress and I told about a time when I dealt with a stressful situation. I could have just said "How I reacted to that question before this one-that is how I react to stress. This interview is stress. There is your answer." But I didn't say that, so I guess that is something.

I should hear back later this week.

It's gonna be the future soon

Hello, People Who Read My Blog!
Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything. I just haven't had many words. And a lot of the words I did have weren't fit for public eyes.
Anyways, I'm back.

So I've been thinking a lot about the future. It's kind of scary. You don't know what's coming, but you make plans and hope that they work out, while part of you hopes for some kind of surprise to mix things up and disrupt the plan. Or maybe that's just how I see it.

So far I don't have much of a plan. The plan I do have consists of waiting to see if some opportunities work out and then graduating in a year, unless I decide to push through the summer and graduate in December. How crazy would that be if I graduated in December? Part of me wants to do that, but part of me thinks that I should go the extra semester and try and fit in some classes that will give me actual marketable skills.

What a horrible phrase "marketable skills." Ugh. I hate it. But I really wish I had some of those kinds of skills. Skills like... Crap, I don't even know what they are. But they seem to be the kind that matter. Instead of skills like being able to guess who the bad guy is in the crime drama I'm watching on tv, or being able to kick a soccer ball fairly well with my left foot even though I'm better with my right, or being able to focus intently on the details of all of the six and a half new seasons of Doctor Who that I watched in a week, or being able to sleep through the ringing of many alarm clocks, the number of which would shock and appall you. Too bad those aren't the skills that important human resource type people are looking for. Because if they were, I would be set and the future might not be so scary.