Yesterday, I had an interview for what I feel is a position that I can really sink my teeth into. I would still be working for my current place of employ. The job is something that I know I can do well at. It's similar to my current position but much more internal. After the interview, I headed back to my job because I had to teach a class on Southeast Asian Cooking. As I entered the store, people began asking me how I did.
I get tired of people asking how I did on an interview. Can you honestly tell? Isn't the true judge of that the people who are interviewing you? I guess what people want to know is if I was at all nervous during the interview. To be frank, I don't get nervous during an interview. I think of them as a chance to sell myself to someone. Who better to than me. I actually think of it as "performance space". I have this fantasy of going into an interview and saying, "I would like to open with Eponine's song of longing, 'On My Own'
, from the musical Les Miserables
". It would kill, I tell you. Anyway, whether you get the job or not, it really is not about what you can sell. Of course, it helps that you know how to sell yourself. And I do. And if I had to judge if I sold myself well. I did.
But that isn't what I really want to write about. I was more excited about something else. As I was thinking about what to wear to the interview, I remembered that I had some collared short-sleeve shirts in my closet. The issue is that the last time I wore one of them, they were a bit too tight. But I felt that I had to put something on with a collar and I did not want it to be something long-sleeved. So, I pulled out the short-sleeve shirts, steamed them to eliminate some of the wrinkles and tried one one. You see, I have the same shirt in four different colors.
Not only did they fit, but they actually were a little baggy. Even if I don't get the job, knowing that the shirts that used to be so tight on me now fit is enough of a gift. Later.