Jul 092004

I hate interviews, they’re even worse than stagefright I think. I always feel like I’m going to say the one wrong word or sentence that guarantees I won’t get the job. Or that I’ll sound like a blithering idiot due to nervousness. Today I had cottonmouth pretty bad; everytime I’d speak it felt like my jaw was stuck together and I was mumbling.

Other than all that, it went fine. I could answer their questions and asked enough of my own to show I knew my business. I made no pretense to know much about the systems they use that I’m not familiar with (Gauntlet firewalls, specifically). Where I really got stuck was, “So what’s going on at [current company]? Why are you looking to leave?”.


First I tried, “I’m tired of answering phones constantly.”

“Hehe…well we answer phones a lot here.”

Strike one.

I changed tack and tried, “Well, the constant high speed stress kind of burns you out after so long.”

“It’s pretty hectic around here most days.”

Fuck. Strike two. Last chance.

“I’d prefer to work in infrastructure to get to know the ins and outs of a network more thoroughly; to really get a feel for how everything is laid out, instead of bouncing from one environment to a totally different one constantly.”

That seemed to do the trick. Whew. It was a pretty short interview, only a half hour, and they said they had a couple more people to interview but would probably have a decision by Wednesday. They also had no problem with my trip to SF at the end of the month, since that would pretty much coincide with a start date anyway, once the hiring details were hashed out.

Once I got home, I was so drained from the release of the tension I almost fell asleep on the couch. But Mom had come over, so the three of us went La Shish for dinner and visited.

And while I don’t look quite a sexy in a suit as jermicideclean, I still clean up pretty well.

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