Work It | First Interview
For years now, I’ve been living the very glamorous life of a freelancer. I’ve been a writer, designer and illustrator. There was even a period where I did “social media consulting.”
Freelance has been great. And yes, the stories are true; there are many perks. There’s flexibility! I’m (kinda) my own boss! I get to work in my PJs!
There are also many pitfalls. Slow months… Requesting checks… Waiting for checks… The grind of constantly rallying… The grind of being your own cheerleader… Slow months… Never having ‘off’ hours… Worrying that you’ve gone feral… Maintaining your sanity…
Some months back I decided I needed a part-time job out of the house. That last part was the key. I missed people. As much as people drive me nuts (not you people, you know, other people), I missed them. I also missed a steady paycheck. So I started looking for a job. Like a real one. Like one you actually have to wear pants to. You know, a job like everyone else has. Like one I used to have.
After some tortured soul-searching, I typed up a resume (and may I say, I look mighty fine on paper), and started looking. Now if you’re like me, and have been working from home, let me warn you that traditional job searching is an exercise in humility. More correctly phrased, it’s likely to make you feel like dung. Every job wants you to be proficient in not one job, but FIVE jobs and yet, pay you for only half of one of those jobs. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.
This is not a pity party. It’s just a story. A story to say…
On Monday, I had my first real interview in close to ten years. It was fun and I met some really lovely people. I remembered not to drop any f-bombs and I didn’t eat before hand. There would be no food stuck in the teeth of this gal. No siree.
It would be nice to get the job, but if I don’t, at least I got back on the horse, right?
Any sage interviewing tips for me?