After the fabulousness that was the Kelly concert, I headed back here to get ready for my interview with the medical research place. Luckily, I allotted myself enough time to get back here afterwards and get down to where I needed to be.
Whenever someone had asked me about a previous interview, I never really know what to say. I didn't know if it had gone well or not because I didn't really have a good sense of what a "bad" interview was like. Now I do.
I went in for my appointment at 3:30. I was a little early and got there about ten minutes before that. The person I was supposed to meet with was in a meeting so the interview didn't start until 4:00.
Before, I've never really been nervous about an interview. I mean, I've been a little nervous inside, but I don't think I've ever showed signs of it. I did today. I was actually interviewed by two people - both high ups in the company. We sat at a conference table in a secluded room with me at the helm.
They immediately started asking questions, which was fine except for one thing. One of the guys interviewing me, a native Italian, kept looking at me funny. I don't know if it was my weird tan line from missing a spot of sunscreen at pride, but he looked at me the entire time like I was a freak.
The same guy kept asking me the same questions over and over again, too. He wanted to know why I wasn't pursuing a job in the marine science field (a fair question). So I answered honestly. He kept looking at me funny - I don't know if he didn't like what I was saying, or if he didn't believe it, or if he just thought I was wrong for the job but it was really off-putting. Anyway, he would ask me a different question then go back to the marine science thing multiple times. Again, I don't know if my answer just wasn't satisfactory or if he was worried I'd leave this position as soon as I found a marine science job or what.
They also made a big deal out of the fact that I have never had a "real" job before. When it was finally over, I just had a bad feeling about the whole thing and left feeling like a loser.
What made it even worse was the voicemail I had on my phone after the interview. It was David saying we didn't get the other apartment we liked. Apparently, someone else just had to have it and even though they had worse credit than us and applied after we did they got it. They got it because they were willing to pay more than the asking price for rent per month.
So David went out today during my interview to look at more places with the broker. It sucks because today's the only day he could do it so if he finds something amazing I won't be able to see it until we move in. I trust him, of course, but I'd also like to know what's going on. But at this point, I just want a place. And a job.
Whenever someone had asked me about a previous interview, I never really know what to say. I didn't know if it had gone well or not because I didn't really have a good sense of what a "bad" interview was like. Now I do.
I went in for my appointment at 3:30. I was a little early and got there about ten minutes before that. The person I was supposed to meet with was in a meeting so the interview didn't start until 4:00.
Before, I've never really been nervous about an interview. I mean, I've been a little nervous inside, but I don't think I've ever showed signs of it. I did today. I was actually interviewed by two people - both high ups in the company. We sat at a conference table in a secluded room with me at the helm.
They immediately started asking questions, which was fine except for one thing. One of the guys interviewing me, a native Italian, kept looking at me funny. I don't know if it was my weird tan line from missing a spot of sunscreen at pride, but he looked at me the entire time like I was a freak.
The same guy kept asking me the same questions over and over again, too. He wanted to know why I wasn't pursuing a job in the marine science field (a fair question). So I answered honestly. He kept looking at me funny - I don't know if he didn't like what I was saying, or if he didn't believe it, or if he just thought I was wrong for the job but it was really off-putting. Anyway, he would ask me a different question then go back to the marine science thing multiple times. Again, I don't know if my answer just wasn't satisfactory or if he was worried I'd leave this position as soon as I found a marine science job or what.
They also made a big deal out of the fact that I have never had a "real" job before. When it was finally over, I just had a bad feeling about the whole thing and left feeling like a loser.
What made it even worse was the voicemail I had on my phone after the interview. It was David saying we didn't get the other apartment we liked. Apparently, someone else just had to have it and even though they had worse credit than us and applied after we did they got it. They got it because they were willing to pay more than the asking price for rent per month.
So David went out today during my interview to look at more places with the broker. It sucks because today's the only day he could do it so if he finds something amazing I won't be able to see it until we move in. I trust him, of course, but I'd also like to know what's going on. But at this point, I just want a place. And a job.
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I'm sorry Steve! Things will work out in the end. Who wants to work in biomedical research anyways?
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