I just had ANOTHER job interview. This is the fifth time I have interviewed at the university for the same job - I've applied twelve different times in various departments.
The bad thing about these interviews is that in order to get to any of them you have to park in visitor parking and walk to the building in 90 degree, 112% humidity weather. By the time I get to where I'm going, I'm a sweaty mess. And, when I say sweaty, I mean SWEATY.
Today I walked to the education building, put a suit jacket on over my already sweat-stained clothing, and then went into a room with four ladies, all of whom claimed that they were FREEZING. They decided amongst themselves WITHOUT CONSULTING ME that they needed to turn the heater on.
This just further exacerbated an already glaring problem. Throughout the entire interview, I could feel sweat rolling down my back and one time, straight down my cheek. I was trying to think of a genteel way to swipe my hand across my forehead without looking like a complete slob, which only made me sweat EVEN MORE. I could literally feel my perfectly straightened hair succumbing to sweat encased curls.
Because of all of this, I was having a very hard time concentrating on what the interviewers were saying. I'm afraid I kept repeating myself over and over (this is mostly because I also couldn't breathe properly) and once I even admitted that my working style was "to get my directions and then go it on my own" (which is 100% true but probably not what they wanted to hear).
While I got a good vibe from one of the ladies and an okay vibe from another one, I don't think the two at the end of the table were very impressed even though I'm pretty sure they were far enough away that they couldn't see my perspiration issue.
One more job down the drain. Why do I have to sweat like a man??
6 comments:
Erin, you're too hard on yourself! Who's to say that your sweat wasn't perceived as passion for the position? And, in any case, remember that you ARE in Texas. Even the twerpiest of female has sweat like a pig at some point.
Don't worry about it. Cross your fingers. And, I'm going to go ahead and bet that you get the job.
Welcome to south Texas. Land of the reason why hair de-frizzifier was invented. Good luck with the job. I really hope you get it!
I just still can't believe you're in texas. I think you need to try some euphemisms and build it all into your outfit.
Sweat = sexy misty look
Yeah, morocco was hot and humid, too. My problem wasn't sweat exactally, but rather a combination of sweat and pollution which caused the worst acne of my life.
Yeah, sexy misty with linen clothes.
Good luck with the job hunts!
I love your blog!! the funniest part is that you've landed in the bible belt! (you certainly didn't write that in the senior predictions)
Well, if my mother has anything to do with it, I will certainly get the job. She's not only praying for me, she's praying that the interviewers will "know a good thing when they see it".
Ki, I would love to adopt the sexiness of sweating but there is nothing sexy about how I sweat. Red-faced, damp clothing, sweat running in every direction = NOT SEXY. I can't even say that I "glisten".
And, yeah, I know, ME in the bible belt. I always thought I would be an Irish Princess but NEVER a bible basher (even though I haven't gotten into any bashing contests yet because let's be honest, my bible knowledge isn't exactly up to snuff).
Sweat as sexy? Wow, you should bottle this Erin and sell it. Who knows you might make millions and never go to a job interview ever again!
Enjoy those interviews (as painful as they are)!
but what about the linen idea? that's what everyone is SUPPOSED to wear in such climates.
btw, i'm sure you're not getting these jobs cause your destiny is to make millions as a writer. I know Elaine would be so proud.
As for living in the bible belt--it's all just material for the above book worth millions.
I really do love your blog and am trying to see if i can use in my more advanced ESL classes.
I realize this is demented.
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