Today was both exciting and embarrassing. I interviewed with a younger woman for an internship for a phenomenal communications company. Interviewing with someone closer to my age feels more relaxing, like maybe they remember vividly what it's like to be in my seat.
Every person I've interviewed with so-far--for every job I've had over the last five years--has been a middle-aged woman. It's hard to tell someone who has ten times the credentials and years of experience I have that I am so indispensable she must hire me.
Of course, I don't know quite yet how the interview went from the other end. I felt positive my recent interview for the editing position went moderately well. The interviewer seemed quite pleased with me on all counts but my confusion over many parts of InDesign. It is now eight days later and I haven't heard back.
(On a side note: After being tutored by several people on interview etiquette, I emailed the woman to thank her for her time and express my genuine interest in the position. In retrospect, I wish I would have sent her a hand-written thank you note but I worried it would not reach her in time. I was wrong.)
The embarrassing part of the interview was "the tour." Most interviews have them. Amiable interviewers will give you a tour of the work space and introduce you around. I've always seen this as a sign they are fond of me but today felt particularly different.
I felt positive vibes from the people and place but I was introduced to everyone as ______ Mayflower's daughter. Things like this worry me.
Back when I was applying for college, I received a rejection letter from DePauw--a Methodist run college. My grandfather, a long-standing Methodist minister, argued that I should allow him to speak to a few people. To me, this meant I wouldn't be accepted so much as my family's name would be accepted.
I want to be known for riding on my own credentials and abilities. Networking is the number one key to the job market but I don't want my name to be confused with anyone else's. I've always envied people with large silver spoons. I've also always feared people seeing me the same way, as a person who never has to work for what they get.
The plans for tomorrow are to attend physical therapy (which is turning out to be somewhat exhilarating) and then continue work for my grandfather. The man had boxes and boxes of bills, reports, etc. that needed to be filed. Now that I'm done with that I get to set up a filing system for his hundreds of sermons. I owe them quite a bit for this opportunity though...I desperately need the money.
Every person I've interviewed with so-far--for every job I've had over the last five years--has been a middle-aged woman. It's hard to tell someone who has ten times the credentials and years of experience I have that I am so indispensable she must hire me.
Of course, I don't know quite yet how the interview went from the other end. I felt positive my recent interview for the editing position went moderately well. The interviewer seemed quite pleased with me on all counts but my confusion over many parts of InDesign. It is now eight days later and I haven't heard back.
(On a side note: After being tutored by several people on interview etiquette, I emailed the woman to thank her for her time and express my genuine interest in the position. In retrospect, I wish I would have sent her a hand-written thank you note but I worried it would not reach her in time. I was wrong.)
The embarrassing part of the interview was "the tour." Most interviews have them. Amiable interviewers will give you a tour of the work space and introduce you around. I've always seen this as a sign they are fond of me but today felt particularly different.
I felt positive vibes from the people and place but I was introduced to everyone as ______ Mayflower's daughter. Things like this worry me.
Back when I was applying for college, I received a rejection letter from DePauw--a Methodist run college. My grandfather, a long-standing Methodist minister, argued that I should allow him to speak to a few people. To me, this meant I wouldn't be accepted so much as my family's name would be accepted.
I want to be known for riding on my own credentials and abilities. Networking is the number one key to the job market but I don't want my name to be confused with anyone else's. I've always envied people with large silver spoons. I've also always feared people seeing me the same way, as a person who never has to work for what they get.
The plans for tomorrow are to attend physical therapy (which is turning out to be somewhat exhilarating) and then continue work for my grandfather. The man had boxes and boxes of bills, reports, etc. that needed to be filed. Now that I'm done with that I get to set up a filing system for his hundreds of sermons. I owe them quite a bit for this opportunity though...I desperately need the money.
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