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kippurbirdWell, that was a complete disaster.
I went to the job interview thinking it was for technical services. Instead it turned out to be working in the children's and teen departments.
Cue internal panic attack.
I can barely handle three hours of serving uppity university students and adult patrons. The idea of having to work with small kids and teenagers for five hours a day doing public service stuff?
Yeah. No.
Thankfully I managed to get to the car before melting down. The biggest problem I thing was I went in thinking it was one thing and they were thinking another and I had to mentally shift gears. Not only that but I had to shift gears into territory I wasn't prepared for. I had no preparation for questions like, "How would you handle bullying?"
How was I supposed to answer that one? I couldn't handle the bullies when I dealt with them in school. There would be no way I could handle them in a working position. Likely I would freeze up. Some how I didn't do that in the interview. I was doing it inside, but I didn't do it on the outside.
This is a good thing.
Still, as soon as I was excused I walked as fast as I could to where my mom was, without a word, grabbed her and went to the car. Where I proceed to have said panic attack, complete with rocking, curling and crying. Oh and inane babbling.
I have no idea how I managed to hold on to sanity for that long.
But, I don't think they're going to give it to me. I'm more than certain I failed at answering a lot of the questions. If they do, on the highly off chance, offer me the position I am going to tell them I can't accept it because I thought it was for a different one.
Warghle
I went to the job interview thinking it was for technical services. Instead it turned out to be working in the children's and teen departments.
Cue internal panic attack.
I can barely handle three hours of serving uppity university students and adult patrons. The idea of having to work with small kids and teenagers for five hours a day doing public service stuff?
Yeah. No.
Thankfully I managed to get to the car before melting down. The biggest problem I thing was I went in thinking it was one thing and they were thinking another and I had to mentally shift gears. Not only that but I had to shift gears into territory I wasn't prepared for. I had no preparation for questions like, "How would you handle bullying?"
How was I supposed to answer that one? I couldn't handle the bullies when I dealt with them in school. There would be no way I could handle them in a working position. Likely I would freeze up. Some how I didn't do that in the interview. I was doing it inside, but I didn't do it on the outside.
This is a good thing.
Still, as soon as I was excused I walked as fast as I could to where my mom was, without a word, grabbed her and went to the car. Where I proceed to have said panic attack, complete with rocking, curling and crying. Oh and inane babbling.
I have no idea how I managed to hold on to sanity for that long.
But, I don't think they're going to give it to me. I'm more than certain I failed at answering a lot of the questions. If they do, on the highly off chance, offer me the position I am going to tell them I can't accept it because I thought it was for a different one.
Warghle
