The Interview

The other day I got a call from a company asking me to come in for an interview for the intern position they had open. Being stoked about it, I enthusiastically scheduled a time and got the fuck off the phone. I really hate talking on the phone.

Anyway, that happened on a Tuesday. My interview was set for the following Monday. Did I prep? Yeah. As much as I should have? No. I literally read the company's website "About Me" section an hour before the interview. I got extra lost trying to drive there. Seriously, I hate downtown Honolulu. The roads are screwed up everywhere on the island but dear lord, downtown Honolulu doesn't want you to get anywhere on time.

Dry heaving and panicking, I got myself there twelve minutes early. I fully intended on being there fifteen minutes early so I was already kind of psyching myself out. I was wearing a full pantsuit in the heart of this Hawaiian summer. I looked good but I was HOT AS FUCK.

The HR lady offered me a glass of water. I accepted. Was that okay? It was a good idea at the time but now I'm not too sure. Anyway, the view. The view from the conference room we held the interview at was OUT-FREAKING-STANDING. I seriously probably looked out the window 200 too many times during the interview. You could see planes taking off, the shimmer of the ocean, and mountains in the distance. Distracted during interview. Check.

I don't remember a lot of the questions they asked me. Most of them were the basic what's your weakness? why do you think you'd be a good fit here? Stuff like that. My favorite question, of course, was "What are you good at?" I almost said "Want to read my blog?!" Yeah except I'm not exceptional at anything so I most definitely didn't say that. I made up some bullshit about how I'm determined and all that.

After the interview, I asked the minimum requirement of two questions, shook hands, walked out of the office, and took my fucking jacket off. Naturally, I reflected on my drive home. All I could tell myself to make me feel better about myself was that I had improved since my last interview. Go me!

You ever get three quarters of the way through your blog post and realize that you have no idea where its' going? It's happening. The struggle is real. How to close out? I guess I should tie it into the big picture here.

I reflected, talked it through with the love of my life. One day, after all these stupid interviews, someone will like me for me. So the best thing I can do is accurately present Michelle and hope that I'm the perfect fit. It would be literally the worst thing ever to have a company fall in love with someone that's not me. As if going to work isn't bad enough, going to work and having to pretend to be some shitty, non JOAT person would suck even more.

I guess this is both good and bad sides of being a JOAT.

Until we meet again,
Michelle: JOAT, MON