Hokay, so, the
interview.
I started applying to jobs about 2 weeks before my job
ended. I’m going to go ahead and admit,
I was being pretty picky. After having a
job where I woke up every morning full of anxiety, I was ready for something I
felt confident that I would enjoy. Also,
my super hubadoo made it very clear that he would not allow me to accept
a job unless I really wanted it and was excited about it.
All of this added up to me preparing to be patient and go
through quite a few applications/interviews before finding something. When I got the call for this interview, it
went pretty much how I expected it to go.
The man on the other end said something along the lines of “So I see you’re
a nanny… what experience do you have that’s relevant to this position?” To which I responded politely, “Why, none at all sir!” in my cheeriest
voice.
No, I didn’t do
that. I made up some answer good enough
that he invited me in for the interview.
But I was not optimistic.
Now in order to give myself a teensy bit of credit, I
prepared crazy hard for this
interview. I did research on the
position and the industry and practiced the answers to like 40 common interview
questions.
The morning of the interview, I walked into the office and
my first thought was “What am I doing here??” When you walk in the door, you’re greeted by
a huge glass wall that offers views of the river, the city, and the
mountains. The bathrooms had all those
fancy soaps and things that scream “I AM EXPENSIVE AND YOU WILL NEVER USE ME!” And oh baby, did I feel out of place.
However, once I sat down, the man who was interviewing me
made me feel immediately at ease. I had
practiced most of the questions he asked, and felt like the interview was going
well. He talked a lot, which helped me
have time to gather my fleeing thoughts, and he had me meet with 2 other
people, the manager of the office and his daughter, the other person I would
potentially be working for. By the time
I left, I had been pretty much
guaranteed the job.
And it was surreal, friends.
This job was an upper-level job where I would work as an assistant to
these 2 financial advisors. The pay was
at the top end of what I was hoping for, plus had bonuses and paid transport
and other such fun additions! In short,
I was completely unqualified for the
job and had no idea why they were offering it to me.
But I am sly and clever, and I did not let on! I smiled and nodded as my brain was doing
flip-flops of joy, and I sat professionally in my pencil skirt with my legs
crossed (at the ankles of course!). I
walked out confident and with my head held high, and then I sat in my car and
stared at the concrete wall of the parking garage, trying to figure out what
had just happened.
But I think I know what happened… there is simply no
explanation for this whole chain of events other than that God was behind
it. And I’ll be honest, I was expecting
to be out of work for weeks, if not months, simply because I’m impatient, and haven’t you heard that God always does
things that make you crazy in order to make you a better person?
But for some reason, God decided to give me a break on this
one. I’m not going to try to explain
why, but I am going to continue trying to be thankful.
Now if you thought I was done with storytime, you were sooo
mistaken. I won’t let you off that easy,
silly! Stay tuned…
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