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verbicideThe interview went about 1000x better than I expected.
I walked in about 15 minutes early and was met by the nicest guy ever. We shook hands and he led me to the brief editing test. He gave me some time alone and really, I think I did fine. There was a typing test, too, and he commented that my 90wpm beat his 70.
So that made me feel nice and relaxed. Then we chatted about my job history and he asked the fair question of whether my career move was conscious or out of necessity. I felt I confidently (and honestly) explained my career changes over the past few years. I did not, happily, throw myself at his feet and beg him to believe me that in spite of what my resume looks like, I don't want to continue my technical career.
God he was nice. So I relaxed and felt much more confident about my answers.
The only thing I question is the stupid application I had to fill out. There was a damn "Why do you want to work here and why should we hire you" essay. Bleh 100 words on the spot. In my serial-killer penmanship, no less. I would have felt much better typing it out and having half an hour to fine tune it, but I scrawled out the best that I could.
I know it's a competitive position. Has fantastic benefits and great room to grow. Please can I just have this? Please? I've worked fucking hard this past year and been very good.
In some ways a good interview is scarier and much more emotionally crushing--because now if I don't get it, I don't know why. At least with Monday's interview I can imagine that there are people with demonstrated design backgrounds out there. I'm over qualified for this job. And I realize that might hurt me. Argh.
I walked in about 15 minutes early and was met by the nicest guy ever. We shook hands and he led me to the brief editing test. He gave me some time alone and really, I think I did fine. There was a typing test, too, and he commented that my 90wpm beat his 70.
So that made me feel nice and relaxed. Then we chatted about my job history and he asked the fair question of whether my career move was conscious or out of necessity. I felt I confidently (and honestly) explained my career changes over the past few years. I did not, happily, throw myself at his feet and beg him to believe me that in spite of what my resume looks like, I don't want to continue my technical career.
God he was nice. So I relaxed and felt much more confident about my answers.
The only thing I question is the stupid application I had to fill out. There was a damn "Why do you want to work here and why should we hire you" essay. Bleh 100 words on the spot. In my serial-killer penmanship, no less. I would have felt much better typing it out and having half an hour to fine tune it, but I scrawled out the best that I could.
I know it's a competitive position. Has fantastic benefits and great room to grow. Please can I just have this? Please? I've worked fucking hard this past year and been very good.
In some ways a good interview is scarier and much more emotionally crushing--because now if I don't get it, I don't know why. At least with Monday's interview I can imagine that there are people with demonstrated design backgrounds out there. I'm over qualified for this job. And I realize that might hurt me. Argh.
