“My First Job Interview”
My first job interview wasn’t for a job I was particularly passionate about getting, but obviously it still gave me nerves – being so focused on why I was applying for a job in the first place. Money (not loads of the stuff, obviously, but certainly more than I was earning at the time – nothing). You need a job (or a profitable talent, that I don’t have, like painting) to earn money, and you need money to be able to afford to live, we all know this, so my usual fear of failing makes sense in the context of what I assumed would be like a one-on-one exam (something on the lengthy list of things I’m not particularly good at).
This time, however, the butterflies in my gut seemed a lot calmer, my anxiety levels fairly low. The walk there (only ten minutes, thankfully) was relaxed enough. Standing around in a full suit in Aldi of all places didn’t help my unsteady nerves. I could certainly understand the weird looks I got. I looked like I was skipping school to be in there, I would have glanced too if I was in their position.
I was seen to quickly, and asked if I was alright, before the questions that actually mattered started! Nothing unexpected came from the interviewer’s mouth – “Why do you want to work here?” being the obvious one that springs to mind, part of my answer sticking in my mind, as most things that I regret do such as fighting elevated levels of anxiety can sometimes be done with jokes to break the ice. I wouldn’t recommend jokingly adding “I need a job” as a bit of your answer to being asked why you applied (it didn’t seem to even chip the ice for me). He was perfectly pleasant, don’t get me wrong, and even seemed happy with at least a few of my scenario question answers. I’m just thankful the interview came to an end without him asking me to tell him about myself. I mean, how am I meant to answer a question like that? My mind goes blank as soon as that dreaded question comes up, and I can’t remember who I am.
Regardless, I left feeling surprisingly good about the last twenty minutes of my life. To celebrate my supposed possible success, I popped down to the shop; the guy behind the till confirming the likely assumption the other adults had had, as he asked, “Good day at school?” We laughed, and he apologised, when I corrected him “First job interview.”.