I did it. I went on an interview. It seemed like a great job. I wore a new wintery skirt that I had bought for these very occasions, stockings, high heels, and a nice blouse to go with it. The building was gorgeous and filled with hundreds of offices that made me wonder what all those people staring at their computers were doing all day and if it would someday affect my life. I walked into one of these hundreds of offices for my interview and was told to wait a few minutes in their sitting room as I try my hardest to get to interviews ridiculously early just so that we can actually start the process on the right foot. Meaning I am not gasping for air because I ran to make it on time and they do not think I am slacker for being unable to arrive, in the middle of the day no less, to an interview on time. 

In any case, I was finally called in after about 10 minutes. I know it is stereotypical and incorrect, but I always imagine interviewers to be older men, slightly gray and balding, in a sport coat and kakis. I have got to join the 21^st century.   Many women are in positions of leadership and younger adults are given managerial positions more quickly than years ago if they can prove themselves in a short amount of time. To my surprise a young man, just around my age bracket, called me in. As my mind raced to figure out if this was an advantage or disadvantage I couldn’t stop thinking about how damn cute he was and that this fact in no way was going to be an advantage. 

I stepped into his office, hoping I wasn't sweating or showing any glowing neon signs reading you are a hottie! There was no turning back now and I think the fact that he was cute did make me want to try harder to sell myself as no matter how the quality of the job measured up at least that was one other quality thing to add to the list. :)  I am just kidding as I am not so shallow as to take a job just to stare at a guy all day long. Besides the hot ones are always the player types anyway.   I thought the interview went well though. We spoke for almost one hour. I told him about my background, he asked me questions, touching on the responsibilities of the job, and I was also given the chance to ask questions of my own. This is the part where I get the most nervous. Will I ask the right thing? Will I ask something too obvious? Do I ask about salary or am I supposed to act like I am the sort of person that will be fine with working for minimum wage, just as long as the job is worth it. Not! But really, then if I ask something, seemingly relevant, and then I am at a loss for what else I am supposed to ask, am I acting uninterested? For once I wish for my brain not to care what others think –even in times like this one. 

We ended the interview with a shake of the hands and a "We will be in touch." I of course ran home to write those much needed thank you letters that have thank goodness moved to emails instead of cheesy hallmark cards. Nonetheless, now it is time to play the waiting game and to attempt to go on other interviews as it is pretty rare that anyone gets a job after only one.  I wouldn't complain, though, if that turned out to be the situation. You might though as this wonderful blog about job searching would have to come to an end.