Tomorrow I have a job interview.
I haven’t had an interview
this century in 12 years!
After 5 straight rejection letters the prospect of a face to face interview has thrown me.
I’ve been sussed out on the phone, twice.
“Our client wants to see some examples of your work”
My confidence dips. They have seen my resume, but clearly they want to know what the fuck I’ve been doing for the past 12 years.
After watching the boys setting up an execution centre for their teddies this afternoon, I am not sure I want to take them to the interview as evidence.
The past 12 years have been filled with feeding, clothing, soothing, cuddling, organising, negotiating, ambulance-riding, medicating, toilet training, and puke clearing. With little recognition from my employers.
“But, mum, you haven’t got a job” . “Daddy has a job”.
I thought I’d ask my current employers about my strengths.
Cheeky Monkey has already said that I am the “Best wiper ever”, but has expanded his list to include: cricket batting, running and making Anzac biscuits.
Boy Wonder said shouting and making things fun. Oh.
I think they cancel each other out.
Back in the day I was lucky. With the last job I travelled to Paris and Florence. It was an exciting time. I thought I’d miss it, but I didn’t.
Now I do want something more. I want to feel passionate and excited about something more than Skylanders and Lego. ( I am a consummate actress)
The trouble is I’ve forgotten what I’m good at. I think the time has come to find out.
Wish me luck!
(FYI the job will not entail selling babies, just to be clear)