I have been shy for my whole exsistance, but I sort of forgot about it. For the past multiple years I haven’t had to step out of my comfort zone, too much. I forgot how paralyzing it can be. I forgot how awkward I can be. I forgot how shaky I become. I forgot how inept I would feel after. I was reminded yesterday. I had a job interview. My first in many, many years. I remember the trauma of class presentations, speeches, the first several weeks of being a teaching assistant… it is amazing how distance and time soften the edges. Here’s hoping that the competent, resourceful, hard working individual I am comes through the shaking, stammering, inarticulate mess I perceive I was on first meeting.
Most people, I think, feel bad in job interviews. It’s such an awkward situation. Hell, I can barely create a resume, such is the built-in discomfort of the medium.
Oh, and I noticed a typo for trauma. Thought I’d let you know. Really enjoy the personality of your blog. Thanks for sharing.
I am disinclined to use autocorrect because it makes too many assumptions, but sometimes deani-correct misses things. Thanks for seeing that.
Thanks for reading my posts. I do appreciate your interest and comments.
I am cognizant of the fact that my comments contain typos as well, but that I must throw myself to kneel at your feet if they are ever to be corrected (using your deani-correct powers).
…ooo ‘cognizant’. I like.
I had a ‘avoiding auto-correct is a good thing’ moment today. As I was trying to spell ‘herbaceous’, the bar across the bottom that makes suggestions about what it thinks I am attempting to spell thought ‘herbaceous’ should be ‘her bazoombas’. It would have lent a different flavour to the post.
Interviewing is always a game pretend. The person being interviewed wants to come across as the ideal candidate. If safe being the soulful loner. I’m sure If they were to dare to look a little closer, direct their gaze a hair longer, they would see your true core.
That sounds like content for an entirely different blog…
True, but I am pretty sure the interweb is saturated with that particular flavour of content. Unless I was to make a post of all the various comical names that have evolved for various body parts…or maybe a tally of which body parts have the largest variety of names. My favourite is weenus.
Yay for weenuses! I still fear the dark places this kind of thinking could lead, but it is titillating all the same… keep me posted, will you? :)
No darkness, just a lot of juvenile giggling. Possibly a snicker or two as well.