The Interview

Well, well, well. I finally advertise this blog to friends and fam and immediately miss two days in a row. Bad way to win 'em over, Kris.

I will be making up the two entries.

Ah dear. I did not get the Kickstarter position. I am not surprised, because I was under qualified tbh but man, I'm just sick of the fluffy stiff emails I receive. I want someone to serve up some realness and tell it like it is. Not that they "went in a different direction with the role", or how many other outstanding candidates they've interviewed, or that they will not be "moving forward" with my application. Something more like, thank you for your time, you didn't have the experience we were looking for, best of luck out there. That said, I'll always take canned rejection emails over the void of silence that is most commonplace of all.

But I must confess, it often feels like I’m turned down before I even have the chance to say who I am. The longest interview I’ve had in the past two months was this ten minute Kickstarter phone call that only happened because a friend put in a good word.

I got the call while I was downstairs at Mountain Provence so when my phone rang, I stepped outside and answered it and headed into my building (literally next door). I live up a five floor walk up. The interview began immediately. By the third floor, I was panting on the phone trying to explain my work background. She must have thought I was hyper-ventilating and having a nervous breakdown. I took a small break before going up another floor. Still wheezing, I decided to come clean. "I'm sorry, I'm walking up steps right now."

Like I said before, the interview ultimately went fine. I don't think I didn't get the position because I was blowing into the phone for the first two minutes of the call. It was a very brief chat and because there were no follow-up questions to any of my answers I think I probably did not have the experience they were looking for.

My last in-person interview (again arranged because of a direct connection, this time through my mother) was for a customer service position at a small wholesale textile retailer. This interview was only a half-hour where they told me they were such a small company they didn't provide any health benefits. Then they coyly asked how much I expected to make (unsolicited by the way, I most certainly did not ask how much they would pay in the interview) so I in turn asked what their range was and what they were comfortable paying which they simply said that depends. So I said $60,000 a year (since they have an unnamed budget, it seems). How dare you ask people to name a price in an interview when they're trying to curry favor and therefore more likely to go lower (that I did not say.) Anyway, I did not get that job.

The only reason I haven't gone out and started bartending or working retail or doing ANYTHING is because I was lucky enough to get unemployment, which thankfully is enough to cover all my bills like rent, internet, my monthly subway pass and health insurance. But not things like groceries. But really, how much more "me" time can I stand?

I took off my iPhone case to plug it into the speakers while I cooked and it feels like such a tiny baby phone in my hands. So delicate and light. Innocent to the ill in the world.