Specifically, how can the sequel to October's riveting saga be averted?
It took quite a bit of work and several meetings between myself, my academic and internship advisers, and the director of the social work program at my university, but I finally have another interview lined up for this week.
This is a problem.
Why is it a problem? It's a problem mainly because this is how job interviews tend to go for me. I freeze up and start babbling.
I've also been informed that one must do, figuratively of course, a sort of Dance of the Seven Veils whenever one is being interviewed for any sort of job or internship position. You must beguile them, seduce them, convince them that they absolutely cannot live without you. I'm no good at that and never have been, mainly because my philosophy on this sort of thing is as follows:
"Hire me, train me, and get out of my way because chances are excellent that I'm as smart as you if not smarter, and if you leave me alone and let me do the work I'll get to the point that I will do it better than you do. So stop talking and let's do this shit."
This is not considered an appropriate sort of thing to say, and probably not even to think, but there we are.
So, tell me how to whore myself out appropriately in this upcoming interview. Give me tips, pointers. Tell me how to play the game.
The place where I will be interviewing is a domestic violence shelter who is partners with a local social services agency that I am extremely interested in working with. Without saying too much, the partnering agency is most assuredly not that agency where my first interview went so terribly.
What do I say? How do I say it? I worry that I'm already coming in at a disadvantage thanks to the fact that I have a penis and am absolutely riddled with testosterone. This shelter doesn't seem to get a lot of male visitors and regards the ones they do get with suspicion. I have a to run a sort of gauntlet every time I call -- although I do understand their caution. Many a man becomes extremely indignant when informed that he can no longer reduce his wife's face to paste, and is thus looking for someone to take it out on. Hence, the gauntlet every time someone calls and they discover that the caller on the other end has testicles.
It took quite a bit of work and several meetings between myself, my academic and internship advisers, and the director of the social work program at my university, but I finally have another interview lined up for this week.
This is a problem.
Why is it a problem? It's a problem mainly because this is how job interviews tend to go for me. I freeze up and start babbling.
I've also been informed that one must do, figuratively of course, a sort of Dance of the Seven Veils whenever one is being interviewed for any sort of job or internship position. You must beguile them, seduce them, convince them that they absolutely cannot live without you. I'm no good at that and never have been, mainly because my philosophy on this sort of thing is as follows:
"Hire me, train me, and get out of my way because chances are excellent that I'm as smart as you if not smarter, and if you leave me alone and let me do the work I'll get to the point that I will do it better than you do. So stop talking and let's do this shit."
This is not considered an appropriate sort of thing to say, and probably not even to think, but there we are.
So, tell me how to whore myself out appropriately in this upcoming interview. Give me tips, pointers. Tell me how to play the game.
The place where I will be interviewing is a domestic violence shelter who is partners with a local social services agency that I am extremely interested in working with. Without saying too much, the partnering agency is most assuredly not that agency where my first interview went so terribly.
What do I say? How do I say it? I worry that I'm already coming in at a disadvantage thanks to the fact that I have a penis and am absolutely riddled with testosterone. This shelter doesn't seem to get a lot of male visitors and regards the ones they do get with suspicion. I have a to run a sort of gauntlet every time I call -- although I do understand their caution. Many a man becomes extremely indignant when informed that he can no longer reduce his wife's face to paste, and is thus looking for someone to take it out on. Hence, the gauntlet every time someone calls and they discover that the caller on the other end has testicles.
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