perspective

I have found that most things in life are a matter of perspective, and I am pretty good and finding the funny side of situations. Mom enjoyed this story quite a bit when I shared it with her this afternoon so I thought I would let it out.

Now, even though I got a job, I had one last interview today (bringing the total up to ten for those of you who are counting). This job was for a research assistant, and...well, that is about all I knew as I walked into it. You see, after applying to over 125 jobs, I couldn't remember this one particular place when they called me for an interview. In my defense, Craig's List ads often don't have all that much detail usually. Which means I didn't even know the name of the organization when I walked into the interview.

So there I found myself, sitting behind a big table in a wood paneled room and I started doing all of those interview no-nos that I've heard but never actually committed. For example, "Emily, what part of the job description do you think will be the most challenging for you?" In my head I thinking about how I have no idea what the job description is while I do my best to come up with a semi appropriate answer. "What part of your experience would be most beneficial for this position?" It got a little bit better as we ventured into a safer area, me talking about me, until my voice started going out and cracking like a adolescent boy's. Ugh.

But it's okay for several reasons. One, I already have a job which i successfully started today. Two, one of the interviewers was unintentionally hilarious. With his goofy glasses, acne scars and shrill giggle, he was the perfect Research Manager. Three, based on our interactions on the phone and in person, I think that the Research Manager might have a crush on me, or at least he likes me. And maybe I accidently encouraged him because I kept grinning at how perfectly his appearance fits his job title. Ha.

The other humorous part of my day was the turn around between job interview and the first day, which were about an hour apart which means I didn't have time to go home and change. So I went to Panera, scarfed down some tasty lunch and then changed from interview clothes to first day clothes in the big stall in the bathroom. Oh man, it was just like high school all over again.