I was standing in front of the mirror in the ladies room at the office, and that thought crossed my mind: why isn’t there a couch in here? Don’t they know that some women need to get away from the craziness and just sit and think for a while?
I had my formal interview for the new role today. I didn’t know they were actual interviews until the first one had started, so I winged them (they were back-to-back), and I did pretty well! In fact, I rocked them. I am totally comfortable talking about my development needs, and I know exactly what I want to gain from this role. I also know exactly what scares me about the change, and what questions to ask each interviewer. I pride myself in knowing how to turn the tables so that interviewers feel like they are just having a conversation with a friend, and, sometimes, even make them feel like they are the ones who are being interviewed. I’m just that good.
But as soon as I hung up the phone, reality sunk in again: this is not the career I want, and I’m just dying a little bit inside every moment that passes by.
Again, there is no use in complaining if I don’t take action to make a change. Maybe I should get back on the horse and sub again. I really should at least master that art and make more connections in the school system.
So nervous about work. So anxious about school. Today was NOT a good day.
Hope you had a better one,
ina