Today I got into the car for what feels like interview no.157.
I wore the same top, the same skirt, the same shoes- not to mention the same ridiculous ‘I’m-so-happy-and-enthusiastic’ expression on my face. Although, I must add, over the weeks my shoulders have become a little more slumped, my face a little more defeated.
I’ve steadily let my salary expectations drop, like a thermometer being taken for a walk in the Arctic.
Even though my situation is becoming more desperate, I can feel myself getting more and more unmotivated to the point of giving up.
All I wanted to do when I got home was shove a big fat Mars Bar in my mouth.
What gets me the most about the interview I just did was that I actually wanted to do the job. I thought it sounded interesting, it looked like a path to somewhere and it didn’t look like something that was beyond my skill set. Some things I thought I said quite well. I do have good experience and my CV is appropriate for the role. But I frequently get tongue-tied and quickly back myself into a corner.
I just really want this role. Please. Please. Please!!!!