Only yesterday I was moaning about my general uselessness and lamenting how, the longer this unemployment continues, more difficult it gets to stay motivated and confident. It's scary how quickly you starts doubting yourself, wondering if you really have any skills.
And today... I think I saw a pig fly. And I could swear I read in the papers about Hell freezing over. Yes, these drastic evolutionary and climate changes can only mean one thing: the impossible has happened- I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW!
I'm thrilled. It's only a 3-months contract but the ad did state a possibility for an extension. It's at a UN- agency specialized in what I've been trying to specialize in. I want this job sooooo bad!
But it only took about 2 minutes after the post-phone call-euphoria before the doubts started to cloud my bliss. How assistant-level position is this? Will I be considered too qualified? Too lacking in any actual work-experience? Too keen? Not enthusiastic enough? Will I actually remember any of the things I told in my cover letter I was experienced in?
So, I'm spending the day by obsessing over what to wear (what if I inadvertedly outsmart the person interviewing me? What if he hates yellow?) and revising the Alien's Act. It's too late to try and get my hair done so instead of dazzling them with my freshly done highlights I'll have to impress them with "my commitment to human rights and core principles of international conventions along with determination to exercise professionalism and humane approach in everything I do".
And my secret weapon? A (long-overdue) French pedicure. I might not be the most suitable candidate for the job but I sure as hell will be the one with the prettiest toes!
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