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One of These Things Is Not Like the Other
Apr. 11th, 2013 03:08 amI'm going to try not to be too pessimistic, but I don't have high hopes of getting the job.
I tried to do what my boyfriend suggested and project some confidence, but that sort of deflated as soon as I walked into the store and they directed me to the back with the other people set to be interviewed. I knew that there were going to be other people being interviewed. When they called, they indicated that they would be interviewing several people. One of the things I was worried about was how long I would be there, depending on how many people there were to be interviewed, because Mike was waiting for me.
The lady at the front said I could look at the dresses or wait in the back with the other girls, since it was ten minutes before the interviews would start. I started looking at dresses, but then decided to just sit in the back and wait, just in case the interviewer got there early. When I got in the back, there were three other women there and they were chatting it up like the best of friends, even though they'd just met. The chairs were kind of placed around haphazardly. There were two chairs that were kind of far away from the other girls, and I didn't want to appear like the anti-social girl that I am, but that's where I choose to sit. I could have moved the chair, but I felt awakward enough as it was.
I mostly sat there quietly, listened to their conversations. I have to say I never feel fatter than when I'm trying on clothes or around a group of skinny women. It didn't help that there were mirrors all over the place. I looked down at my pants, and it looked like I was the Hulk, practically busting out of them. To my horror, I noticed that there was a huge rip in a seam in the thigh area of my pants. I spent the rest of the interview covering up the area either with my hands or pulling my shirt down, even though you really couldn't see it, unless you were looking.
I was kind of in a rush before I left for the interview and wasn't sure which shoes to wear. I don't have many shoes, and especially not more business-like, appropriate for an interview shoes. I wore these really thin socks and put on some flats. While waiting for the interviewer I looked down at my shoes and regretted the decision. It just looked really weird, especially since the socks were a way darker black than the shoes. One of the girls made some small talk with me, said she thought she knew me from somewhere, but I didn't contribute much to the "conversation." Thankfully, the interviewer got there then. It was a woman named Andrea, she was one of the women who helped me with dresses when I had been trying on wedding dresses a couple of months ago. She was really nice. She recognized.
I kept hoping upon hope that it wouldn't be an actual group interview. I thought they'd just call us into some room in the back, one by one. Unfortunately, Andrea said they were supposed to conduct the interview with all of us right there where we were seated, which I wasn't too keen on, because there was a bridal party nearby trying on bridesmaid dresses. Andrea then announced that we'd do the interview in the back, so we followed her to their tiny break room. On the one hand, a group interview has some advantages. With some of the questions, some of the others answers gave me something to think about and made me up my game a little. But being around the others made me more nervous and I kept comparing myself to the other women and that does not lead to good things for me. I would be intimidated enough one on one, but to be right there with the other applicants was not something I wanted.
( Interview )
I tried to do what my boyfriend suggested and project some confidence, but that sort of deflated as soon as I walked into the store and they directed me to the back with the other people set to be interviewed. I knew that there were going to be other people being interviewed. When they called, they indicated that they would be interviewing several people. One of the things I was worried about was how long I would be there, depending on how many people there were to be interviewed, because Mike was waiting for me.
The lady at the front said I could look at the dresses or wait in the back with the other girls, since it was ten minutes before the interviews would start. I started looking at dresses, but then decided to just sit in the back and wait, just in case the interviewer got there early. When I got in the back, there were three other women there and they were chatting it up like the best of friends, even though they'd just met. The chairs were kind of placed around haphazardly. There were two chairs that were kind of far away from the other girls, and I didn't want to appear like the anti-social girl that I am, but that's where I choose to sit. I could have moved the chair, but I felt awakward enough as it was.
I mostly sat there quietly, listened to their conversations. I have to say I never feel fatter than when I'm trying on clothes or around a group of skinny women. It didn't help that there were mirrors all over the place. I looked down at my pants, and it looked like I was the Hulk, practically busting out of them. To my horror, I noticed that there was a huge rip in a seam in the thigh area of my pants. I spent the rest of the interview covering up the area either with my hands or pulling my shirt down, even though you really couldn't see it, unless you were looking.
I was kind of in a rush before I left for the interview and wasn't sure which shoes to wear. I don't have many shoes, and especially not more business-like, appropriate for an interview shoes. I wore these really thin socks and put on some flats. While waiting for the interviewer I looked down at my shoes and regretted the decision. It just looked really weird, especially since the socks were a way darker black than the shoes. One of the girls made some small talk with me, said she thought she knew me from somewhere, but I didn't contribute much to the "conversation." Thankfully, the interviewer got there then. It was a woman named Andrea, she was one of the women who helped me with dresses when I had been trying on wedding dresses a couple of months ago. She was really nice. She recognized.
I kept hoping upon hope that it wouldn't be an actual group interview. I thought they'd just call us into some room in the back, one by one. Unfortunately, Andrea said they were supposed to conduct the interview with all of us right there where we were seated, which I wasn't too keen on, because there was a bridal party nearby trying on bridesmaid dresses. Andrea then announced that we'd do the interview in the back, so we followed her to their tiny break room. On the one hand, a group interview has some advantages. With some of the questions, some of the others answers gave me something to think about and made me up my game a little. But being around the others made me more nervous and I kept comparing myself to the other women and that does not lead to good things for me. I would be intimidated enough one on one, but to be right there with the other applicants was not something I wanted.
( Interview )
