Interviews

So, yesterday I sat my first ever interview for a big-girl job. I planned my outfit the night before, did the last minute cramming, rehearsed my answers to possible interview questions, gave myself little pep talks in my head. I told myself that I'd be fine; that I'd smash it and get what I deserved.

The morning of, I woke up well before my alarm was due to go off. I wasn't jittery or nervous at all. I did the usual sweep of social media pages before dragging myself out of bed, ironed my dress, and had a leisurely breakfast of muesli, yoghurt, berries and nuts with a side of coffee out on the balcony in the sun (in my pjs) while flicking through pages of a book that I'm reading (very, very slowly as I don't actually like to read lol).

I got dressed, put on my face (for today was one of those rare occasions I was going to wear daytime make up), did my hair and took some luvos for my blog (it should be noted that it was a warm day, and I have the tendency to sweat profusely, so my hair was already beginning to stick to my face at this point).

I got to uni (where the interviews were being held) with two hours to spare. A few of my friends had already finished their interviews and were chilling outside the room. Others were freaking out, and I was that annoying/encouraging person telling them not to worry; that 'they'd be fiiinnnneee, they had this.'

By the time it got to my interview time, my cool, calm, collected façade was beginning to break and my hands started to shake beyond my control. I laughed it off, because, what else are you gonna do at that point?!

So, I went in, shaking and super nervous. I stumbled over some words and there were points in my responses to possible questions that I'd rehearsed the night before that I'd completely forgot about come actual interview. There was a lot of 'I'd do this. No, wait, hang on, first I should've done this then I'd do that.'  I also talk with my hands a lot, which meant that my watch and bracelet constantly jingled and jangled - I actually had to stop, grab on to my wrist, and apologise about it at one point lol. The interview panel - consisting of three Chief Radiation Therapists (not a daunting thought at all!) - were super dooper nice though. They laughed off my scatterbrains and even made a joke about my jangling. I left feeling quietly confident, so if all goes to plan I'll have a job at my centre of choice for next year. I'll get back to you guys about it at the end of the month, when we're meant to hear back. Fingers crossed!

 

Dress: Diane von Furstenberg; Shoes: Garage; Bag: Vintage; Necklace: Sportsgirl; Watch, Bracelet & Rings: Lovisa; Sunnies: Rubi.