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let's hope i don't get lost on the way
Jul. 17th, 2002 01:03 amSo! Tomorrow I have an interview for this temp job at a law firm. I think I want the job. Well, I know that my bank account wants the job, but the rest of me fears the lawyers will be mean and I will fail fail fail! But I must remember that it is a temp job and it’s ok if I suck because the key feature of the temp job can be found in its name: it is temporary. And, also, money. I’m not sure they’ll take me since I need vacation time next week and stuff, but let’s think positive. I am nervous for the interview, though.
This is the second time I’ve had to interview for a temp job, and I always thought the whole point of temping was that you didn’t have to interview and stuff, but whatev. The guy apparently asked the agency whether I was “professional,” which makes me nervous because, well, I’m not sure I’ve got a professional wardrobe, let alone a professional demeanor. Let us not forget, I am the temp who, when asked by her boss what she was up to, answered (and this is a direct quote), “Nothin’. Just chillin’.”
He also wants me to have good communication skills and to be able to type from a Dictaphone. The latter I have done before, the former I’m not so sure about. I mean, there is the “just chillin” episode described above, and God knows how many other incidents where I’ve turned into a quivering mass of sentence fragments when asked complex questions like, “You know how to work the fax machine, right?” But I can speak and can even, occasionally, use multi-syllabic words so again, think positive.
My mom is away for the week so there was much drama when I realized that I’d have to wear clothes to this interview and wouldn’t have her there to say either “That looks nice” or “That looks…. nice” to gauge what I should wear. A smidge more drama because of the whole “Is she professional?” thing, so I spent God knows how long going through my wardrobe trying to find something acceptable. I think I did. It is a gray skirt with a purple top and the skirt may be too wintry, but guess what? I can’t really tell and I don’t really care. Dressing appropriately is overrated. Anyway, I’m calling tonight’s clothing search successful since the last time I got ready for an interview I [ripped a hole in my chosen shirt with my freakishly large head]. So score one for me.
Continuing with the theme of Jess Is Insane And Unprepared To Enter The Workforce, I’ve spent the bulk of the late afternoon and evening talking to myself like a crazy person, practicing answers to potential interview questions. I hope no one heard me. It’s really a pointless endeavor since the second I get in the room I’ll forget everything and be lucky if I’m able to get through the whole thing without wanting to die of embarrassment more than three times. Again, must think positive. But! Professional with good communication skills? What if I come off like a moronic ho? It could happen!
I want to know when my Grown Up Instruction Manual arrives, because I want it now. Especially the chapter on appropriate clothing. Express mail it pronto, please.
This is the second time I’ve had to interview for a temp job, and I always thought the whole point of temping was that you didn’t have to interview and stuff, but whatev. The guy apparently asked the agency whether I was “professional,” which makes me nervous because, well, I’m not sure I’ve got a professional wardrobe, let alone a professional demeanor. Let us not forget, I am the temp who, when asked by her boss what she was up to, answered (and this is a direct quote), “Nothin’. Just chillin’.”
He also wants me to have good communication skills and to be able to type from a Dictaphone. The latter I have done before, the former I’m not so sure about. I mean, there is the “just chillin” episode described above, and God knows how many other incidents where I’ve turned into a quivering mass of sentence fragments when asked complex questions like, “You know how to work the fax machine, right?” But I can speak and can even, occasionally, use multi-syllabic words so again, think positive.
My mom is away for the week so there was much drama when I realized that I’d have to wear clothes to this interview and wouldn’t have her there to say either “That looks nice” or “That looks…. nice” to gauge what I should wear. A smidge more drama because of the whole “Is she professional?” thing, so I spent God knows how long going through my wardrobe trying to find something acceptable. I think I did. It is a gray skirt with a purple top and the skirt may be too wintry, but guess what? I can’t really tell and I don’t really care. Dressing appropriately is overrated. Anyway, I’m calling tonight’s clothing search successful since the last time I got ready for an interview I [ripped a hole in my chosen shirt with my freakishly large head]. So score one for me.
Continuing with the theme of Jess Is Insane And Unprepared To Enter The Workforce, I’ve spent the bulk of the late afternoon and evening talking to myself like a crazy person, practicing answers to potential interview questions. I hope no one heard me. It’s really a pointless endeavor since the second I get in the room I’ll forget everything and be lucky if I’m able to get through the whole thing without wanting to die of embarrassment more than three times. Again, must think positive. But! Professional with good communication skills? What if I come off like a moronic ho? It could happen!
I want to know when my Grown Up Instruction Manual arrives, because I want it now. Especially the chapter on appropriate clothing. Express mail it pronto, please.
