This week I had an interview for a job. Although I haven’t been actively looking for a permanent job, I have been feeling a tad lonely working at home, and was thinking it would be nice to have some new work friends, a reason to wash my hair every day, and someone else to make my coffee now and again. So when this opportunity came along, and I was asked if I would be interested in applying, I thought I should go for it.
I’ve always enjoyed job interviews, with much the same perverse pleasure that I get from exams. At heart I am a over-competitive, under-confident exhibitionist. It sounds like an odd combination, but it isn’t really – I love being marked, being praised, and I strive to do well so that people will tell me how clever I am.
What fits slightly less well with this picture is the rather cocky, informal persona I often find myself adopting in these situations, the kind where you are supposed to make a good impression, like interviews and first dates. Perhaps it is a defence mechanism – a detached but challenging front put up to hide a fear of failure. Or maybe it is just my strong attention seeking streak – ‘Look at me! Look at how charming/borderline inappropriate I am!’
Just in case my potential future employers read this though… let’s just put it down to nerves…
Overall, it would be fair to say that I gave a true reflection of my personality. Whether of not it was a good one we will only know tomorrow when they have made their decision. The way I look at it though, these are people I would have to spend a large chunk of my working week with, so it’s only fair they know what they are letting themselves in for.
Throughout the interview I cracked a string of bad jokes and waffled terribly, much like I do when I have to leave a message on an answer phone – ‘so, um… yes, that was all really, give me a call back if you have time, or whatever… hope you’re well… I should probably stop now… by-eee!’
Here are a couple of questions I think I answered particularly well:
Director of Fundraising: So, can you tell us why you decided to apply for the job?
Me: Well, I’ve been working at home for a while now, and I really miss getting dressed up to come into an office…
Senior Trust Fundraiser: Can you tell me what you would expect from me as your line manager?
Me: [looks thoughtful] Treats?
I can only assume that this level of childishness must mean that subconsciously, I really want the job. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that the highly competent yet decidedly immature combination is just what they are looking for.
I’m Jo and I am a single, work-at-home mother to two gorgeous, spirited girls. Bee is 16 and Belle is nine. Bee was born when I was 17, and by 19 I was a single parent for the first time. I became a single mum for the second time in 2008. It is hard work, harder now than at 19, but I manage to juggle family, work and home commitments by pretending I don’t notice how dirty the house is. I am also a freelance journalist, specialising in parenting, breastfeeding and issues affecting women. I am available for any kind of work involving research, features, comment and commercial copywriting. I am basically a word whore. You can find my blog here.