Last week in desperation I applied for a job and was called in for an interview.
The vibe was relaxed and friendly. My interviewer had all sorts of questions for me about all the places I've lived. Oddly enough, he was fascinated by the southern states in the US. "Is it really as crazy as they say?"
"Um, well, it depends on where you go."
All the chit-chat now completed, he got down to the questions. We were rolling through them without a hitch.
"What is it that you want to achieve from your work?"
"I love working with people: meeting their needs, interacting with them, achieving common goals together."
"What would your family and friends say about you?"
"That I'm a good listener and that I would go out of my way to help someone."
"What is an area in your life that could use some working on?"
"Um ... err ..." Which do I say? "Can we come back to that one?"
As he asked me other questions, I answered "People, Customer Service, People ... Did I mention people?"
"Ok, now back to the question we skipped. What is an area in your life that could use some working on?"
"Um ... well ... perhaps ... (I should have thrown in a Miss Teen South Carolina 'such as') err ... (Oh! and then it occurred to me!) Administration! I could grow more administratively ... (gasp! my eyes got big with the realization of it all. I laughed out loud.) That's bad, isn't it? (laughter) This is an administrative job I'm applying for, after all."
I left the interview laughing and shaking my head. Ah, sure I could type in data from invoices all day as well as anyone else, but I wasn't fooling anyone, that job just wasn't meant for me. How much will I laugh if I actually get hired for it?!