Post-Interview
Tuesday, July 04, 2006 ~ 8:58 PM
Dreaded.
Here's what happened to me today, my first job interview.
Blunder #1: I left my interview slip slipped in sis-in-law's The Valkyries. The-woman-wearing-orange however, allowed me to enter the department. She told me to sit in the lounge. And yes, I was there for more than an hour.
There were five other persons with me in the lounge and we were all reading a day-old PhilStar. I was called by The-woman-wearing-blue. She told me to get ready, the interview will be in five minutes. The supposed-to-be-five-minutes became half-an-hour. But it was ok.
After half-an-hour, she called me and offered me a seat in front of her table. Yes, it was not my imagined one-on-one, closed-door conversation. It was more like an interrogation.
(Flashback: I was inside the elevator. I have a woman-wearing-blue beside me. I went to the washroom immediately after I got off the elevator. She, too, went to the washroom where she met an officemate. She talks of getting a rebond and taking a leave tomorrow afternoon. I compose myself.)
Reality, around two hours after: She is Ms. Roselynne, the interviewer I've been dreading to meet for more than a month.
Parang soulmate noh?
And the million-dollar questions are:
1. Are you sure your only 18? Are there no mistakes in your birth year? You're already a graduate?
2. Your father is ______? So how is he as a father? (THE MOST UNEXPECTED QUESTION. Nonetheless, I was able to answer it. Of course. It's about my relationship with my father.)
3. Your mother is _______? How is she as a mother? (It follows, logically.)
4. Why did you choose Journalism?
These are the questions, among others, of my ten-minute interrogation.
Blunder #2:
Ms. Roselynne: Do you have any published work aside from your OJT papers?
Me: Yes, it was a poem published in our Faculty's literary folio.
Ms. Roselynne: Did you bring it?
Me: No. (inside: "Stupid me. Why didn't the Dapitan fit in the folder anyway?")
Blunder #3:
There was no handshake when I felt there could've been.
I don't expect that they'll hire me na.
