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Well, here's how my interview went. I was early, so I actually sat through someone else's interview.
Then when I got to it, she asked me stuff I was good at, and I said I was fairly good at handling people... even though I sometimes stuck my foot in my mouth.
I told her the story of when I called a girl 'sir' and she got the 'I did that' face. I added: "She calmed down when I called her friends 'sir' as well."
Her: Oh you're good! (goes on about how she's done that before)
Me: I get it. I mean, I can look androgynous. *gestures to boy-styled hair*
Her: Nah.
(Thinking: Yes, it's hard to see me looking boyish when I'm in a skirt and heels)
She asked what a 'hat-wearer' was, and was pretty impressed to learn I had done a bit of everything at the old store I worked at.
Then we bonded a bit over how high schools are a festering pit (I said I was working on the fact that I get sick pretty much all winter, and added that this past winter, incidentally my first out of high school, was the first one where I didn't get sick at all)
Then she asked how I handled stress. Being on four different medications for anxiety and depression, I decided to handle this very carefully. I was quiet for a long moment, then I said: "Well, I feel stress is more of a long term thing. I handle chaos pretty well."
Then I told her the story about 'international week' being very careful with labeling ethnicities. I told her about the twenty 'israelis' (I don't know if they were israeli, but I did know the were all orthodox jews, but israeli definitely sounded better), where they felt like they turned into 40, and 5 of them tried to jump on the 3 person jetskii, and one of them asked me where the brake was on the pontoon.
I added: "I survived and I came back the next day, which is the best you can do I suppose."
She said she has to talk to her general manager, who will interview me if they want a second interview.
Of course, the job-in-question is Cook, and I once burned Easy Mac. (Of course I didn't mention that. I just said I'd been doing a lot of my own cooking since I left my parent's house.)
I joked with a friend that I handled the stress question like a politician: Side-step. Half-answer. Distracting anecdote!
I have two more interviews this week. I'm finally getting interviews!
Mind you, one of them is for a 911 dispatcher. Sounds like they'll let anyone through the door, but they're very happy to kick you right back out.
Then when I got to it, she asked me stuff I was good at, and I said I was fairly good at handling people... even though I sometimes stuck my foot in my mouth.
I told her the story of when I called a girl 'sir' and she got the 'I did that' face. I added: "She calmed down when I called her friends 'sir' as well."
Her: Oh you're good! (goes on about how she's done that before)
Me: I get it. I mean, I can look androgynous. *gestures to boy-styled hair*
Her: Nah.
(Thinking: Yes, it's hard to see me looking boyish when I'm in a skirt and heels)
She asked what a 'hat-wearer' was, and was pretty impressed to learn I had done a bit of everything at the old store I worked at.
Then we bonded a bit over how high schools are a festering pit (I said I was working on the fact that I get sick pretty much all winter, and added that this past winter, incidentally my first out of high school, was the first one where I didn't get sick at all)
Then she asked how I handled stress. Being on four different medications for anxiety and depression, I decided to handle this very carefully. I was quiet for a long moment, then I said: "Well, I feel stress is more of a long term thing. I handle chaos pretty well."
Then I told her the story about 'international week' being very careful with labeling ethnicities. I told her about the twenty 'israelis' (I don't know if they were israeli, but I did know the were all orthodox jews, but israeli definitely sounded better), where they felt like they turned into 40, and 5 of them tried to jump on the 3 person jetskii, and one of them asked me where the brake was on the pontoon.
I added: "I survived and I came back the next day, which is the best you can do I suppose."
She said she has to talk to her general manager, who will interview me if they want a second interview.
Of course, the job-in-question is Cook, and I once burned Easy Mac. (Of course I didn't mention that. I just said I'd been doing a lot of my own cooking since I left my parent's house.)
I joked with a friend that I handled the stress question like a politician: Side-step. Half-answer. Distracting anecdote!
I have two more interviews this week. I'm finally getting interviews!
Mind you, one of them is for a 911 dispatcher. Sounds like they'll let anyone through the door, but they're very happy to kick you right back out.
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