Dose of Reality
I couldn’t have asked for a better worst interview experience than what I received on Friday, day one of my weekend long planned of interviews.
After sitting down, sweating in anticipation for the interview of my dream job, I was hardly thanked for coming down from Montana for it. The next forty minutes became a giant critique session that resulted in my confused, “do you like anything I am doing?” because it felt like I was being deterred from the job itself. I thanked them for their time, closing my notebook filled with questions for the position, company, and owner, and said that maybe I was not the right fit for this job.
The thing about applying for a job that utilizes the work you do independently comes with open doors for critique - you are applying for a job that will ultimately suit your style exactly or demand a new one from you, either way, you still need to be capable of change. The people asking for those such changes are just as scared of them as you may be but this is the line of work that you signed up for. Maybe my photos, my writing, maybe it didn’t suit the company to the golden t it wanted but I also wasn’t willing to sell out to please someone else’s vision, not when I was treated the way that I was.
The interview ended without a single hand shake or thank you. I was held back by the HR Rep who had been apart of this process with me since the beginning and upon the first question he asked, the tears fled my eyes. I had no idea what had just happened; I had tried to convey that I was malleable, that I was capable of executing a vision of someone else. He agreed - it had gone pretty poorly, the entire interview. Ultimately though, I was thankful for the opportunity and to experience an interview like this because it set the bar of “worst case scenario” for me.
I wasn’t able to shake that interview all weekend. The follow-up voicemail was burning a hole into my cell phone all weekend as I thought if it was worth it to have my dream job with a nightmare of a situation. As Monday approached along with my other interview with a different company, I was hanging my head pretty low with confidence. Almost too calm because of the first interview, I walked in with little expectation for this one to go outstandingly better. After a proper forty minutes, I walked out with two hand shakes, smiles, and well wishes on my travels back to Montana. O n e t h o u s a n d times better, holy cow.
But the six hour car ride home…..oh how our brains tortured themselves. We want so badly to relocate and we have been so dedicated to finding ourselves a better situation. We left Salt Lake each with one good interview and one “meh” interview. Our backup brainstorm was rampant but we kept lining it with the hope that one of these jobs was going to be the answer for us. Alas, we are in the throws of the game of time while we await responses, potential second interviews. I myself have already begun to apply to even more positions in the area, I promised Zuke I would have us a better life, a better routine.
We felt it leaving, we were already missing it. Oh Salt Lake, we will be home soon…