News flash! Yesterday, Nikki, otherwise known as The World According To Me, otherwise known as Flying Pink Elephants (that's me by the way, he, he), was interviewed for the first time in nearly 10 years.
You may think I have mis-typed the number of years, I haven't. Nearly 10 years is the correct amount of years. That's a long time to be interview free, would you agree? Therefore, maybe you could forgive me for being a little rusty. However, I honestly thought I was well prepared.
I researched the company, I thought of intelligent questions to ask regarding the company. I wrote key words on a piece of paper, from the job description, to throw into the conversation. I investigated the top interview questions and interview advise, which were displayed on various web sites.
I even sat in a coffee shop before hand, staring at my list of interview questions and answers, and I walked around Regents Park with pretend interview situations rattling around in my head. I then popped into the recruitment agencies office and listened to and noted their wise words and handy tips. And I brought a portfolio to the interview, containing the magazines I produced in my last place of employment, and copies of advertorials which I'd laid out with the assistance of InDesign. So you see, I honestly thought I was well prepared.
I arrived at the publishing house fifteen minutes prior to the interview. I sat on the huge black sofa in the reception area and stared at the polished floor boards and the abstract art hanging from the walls. I tried not to stare at the women who walked past and looked as if they had stepped out the fashion pages of Vogue. It was a very trendy company! My scary suit jacket trembled. This time I was not scared of my jacket, it was my jackets turn to be scared. It was scared of its environment and the unknown. I heard a little voice in my head which said, "Can I have my old job back please? With people I know and like. A job I knew and liked." Arrgg. Of all the times for the little voice to appear! I ordered it to go away and strained my ears to hear another voice saying,"New Challenges! New people! I thought you were ready to conquer the world!"
I finished battling with my inner voices, and my two interviewers arrived. I gulped, shook their hands firmly, smiled, made eye contact, and I was led into the lion's den.
It wasn't really a lion's den. It was the boardroom, with the huge brown table.
Dear FPE readers, I have replayed the situation in the boardroom in my head a thousand times, and I'm still confused! I regret to inform you that I left the room feeling deflated. I feared nerves had not allowed me to portray my personality and experience to the highest standard. Now I'm questioning if they'd already seen their ideal employee and I was dismissed before the interview began? Because I did not receive good vibes from them, almost from the beginning. (This added to my nerves!)
Was the person they interviewed before my time slot perfect for the position?
Was I the weakest link?
Did they not like the colour of my eyes?
Perhaps they were sick of the interview process and it had been a long day? The role is for a six months maternity cover, which may lead to a permanent position. The recruitment agency explained to me that the vacancy was filled a month ago. A month later the chosen one found a permanent position, and handed in their notice. The agency warned me the publishing house were not happy about the outcome and feared this may happen again. The agency was right, the publishing house did not seem happy to me.
Or perhaps I just didn't sell myself enough?
Was I too nervous?
Why didn't they ask me more question?
I'll let you know when I've worked it out, or when I receive my rejection letter. Which ever comes first.
It's a cruel, confusing world.
Or is it?!