Just a few weeks after saying a fond farewell to my colleagues at the end of my temporary contract, I appear to be saying a happy hello to a whole new bunch of people. Despite the fact that I already had back-to-back shifts as an exams invigilator scheduled throughout May, I applied for an administrative role that I didn’t actually believe I had any chance of getting but I figured that the interview experience would be useful. However, to my utter astonishment within a couple of days of thinking I didn’t do particularly well in front of the interview panel I was offered the position.
This new job will be at a higher pay grade than I’m used to and in a department that I’m not remotely familiar with, however, they clearly saw some potential in me so I shall endeavour to prove to them that they made the right decision. It does go to show that no matter what you believe you’re capable of, it never hurts to aim that little bit higher…
Apparently another two open! Although I’d initially felt I’d dodged a bullet by not being offered a position after my recent job interview, it’s never nice to be rejected for anything. However, my philosophy is that everything happens for a reason and the Human Resources Department, who I’d previously been interviewed by, had obviously chosen to pass my CV around to other departments because within 48 hours I’d received not one but two potential offers of temporary work. Clearly I must’ve made a positive impression on the day, even though it didn’t feel like it at the time.
Unfortunately, one of the jobs would’ve been unworkable around my current commitments so I politely declined, however the second one intrigued me and so I met with the manager for an ‘informal chat‘ the following afternoon. In reality this turned out to be another interview, which caught me slightly off-guard as I wasn’t prepared for it. Therefore, when an email arrived four days later offering me the position I couldn’t have been more surprised! Wow! This is a massive step up the career ladder for me, and even though the role is scheduled to end at Christmas, it’s put me firmly on a path which can only realistically lead to bigger and better things in the future. Pass the champers…!
I’ve just received the predicted email rejection regarding the new job I recently applied for and to be perfectly honest I’m quite relieved. I’d bitten off far more than I could possibly chew by applying for something I was always going to struggle with and I’d actually been quite worried about how I was going to manage. It wasn’t just the work itself but how to juggle all of my other commitments around it; there’s only seven days in a week and I’d need a day off at some point!
For the time being I shall focus on the work that I already have, and although I’ll always be on the lookout for new opportunities, I’ll put a bit more thought into the logistics before applying for another new post. Despite the fact that the panel interview was a terrifying ordeal, I’ve learnt a lot about how I could prepare myself better next time, so at least I can take some positives away from this experience, which will clearly put me in a much better position in the future. Onwards and upwards.
This week I spent a nerve-jangling ninety minutes being interviewed for yet another part-time job to go with all the other work I’m currently doing. I’m completely unqualified for the role and no matter how much I tweaked my CV I still couldn’t prove I had the essential skills required let alone the desirable ones, so when an email appeared offering me an interview I couldn’t quite believe it.
Sods law dictated that despite it being the official start of summer, the heavens opened as I left the house ensuring that I arrived thirty minutes later looking like a drowned rat. I’d been pre-warned about the ‘computer task’ I was to undertake, however, the very second I was seated in front of a screen my mind emptied, and by the end of the allocated fifteen minutes I’d only typed about three and a half lines. Then it was the panel interview, another terrifying ordeal involving people in suits interrogating me with random questions about scenarios that may or may not happen. I was so far out of my comfort zone I was practically in orbit, however I did the best I could, so if I’m not offered the position at least I’ll know that I couldn’t have done any more and it simply wasn’t to be. At least I tried.
New experiences come in all shapes and sizes. Some are funny, others are exciting and my latest adventure was… erm….surreal. I haven’t been interviewed for a new job in donkeys years, but the lure of some lucrative ‘casual’ work within a 30 minute walk from home was an opportunity not to be sniffed at. However, sods law dictated that I failed to get a single wink of sleep the night before and was therefore sporting my ‘well-past-its-sell-by-date‘ look at stupid o’clock in the morning. Not the ‘first impression’ I was hoping for but you simply have to play the cards you’re dealt.
On arrival I was shown to the interrogation room, where my brain cells decided to die and the best I could muster was a glazed expression. Trying desperately hard to focus, I completely blagged my way through a series of questions; none of which I can now recall; and I now have to wait to hear whether or not I’ll be offered a position.
Fingers crossed that they’re looking for a middle-aged, peroxide blonde zombie!
It can be extremely nerve-racking doing things that are way out of your comfort zone, but if you want new opportunities to open up in your life you have to make them happen.
Even though I already have a part-time job, I’d noticed a chance for some lucrative casual work; ideal for someone self-employed like myself. Rather than worry about not being right for the role or getting stressed out over how to fit it in around my main income source, I’ve bagged myself a highly sought-after interview.
Maybe I won’t be one of the lucky few who are offered a position…. but I’ve already overcome the first hurdle by getting a foot in the door. Whatever the final outcome, I’m confident that this is the start of something exciting.