The other day, I saw a blog post from a girl discussing how social media influences how she perceives herself, and how sometimes it really knocks her confidence. By far, I think this is something that the majority of my generation deal with daily. It is so easy to fall into the trap of feeling defined by the amount of likes you get on a post, and far too easy to compare yourself to others. I touched on this in my last post (see here: Introduction), but it really does make you feel worse when all you see are other people posting about their successes. You just have to try and remind yourself that it is all a false show, of course people aren’t going to post negative things about themselves for everyone to see… why would you?
Well this is where this blog is going to differ. I want to be brutally honest about things, in the hope that people actually feel they can identify with something, rather than just feel put down by it.
So, onto my interview. This was the second interview I’ve had since starting to apply for jobs a few weeks ago. It was a for a really good opportunity, loads of things to learn, a good salary, exciting tasks. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t meant to be.
For a start, the weather in London has been nothing but suffocating in the last week. The flat I was staying in, and soon to be moving into permanently, resembles an oven. You may as well have been on holiday in a tropical location, but without the sea, sand or aircon. Needless to say, getting ready in itself was a task.
I then got the tube into the city centre, obviously by this point, sweating to death. (I’ve since seen that the tube line I used was measured at 35 degrees). Not only was the weather making it an unbearable journey, but the location of my interview was having renovation works, and was basically a construction site. This meant the signs didn’t work, my maps on my phone didn’t understand why I couldn’t use the route it was telling me to, and I was at the end of the tether… before I’d even arrived .
I went into a cafe, asked for directions, decided to have lunch and cool down. In the mean time, I also messaged about four of my friends saying I didn’t even want to go to the interview anymore. Positive outlook all round.
Lucky I’d left myself loads of free time, as taking a break seemed to work in my favour. As soon as I set off, I pretty much found where I needed to be. Quick change of shoes (who can walk for a prolonged period in heels??) and I was let into the building.
The first part of the interview was a sort of task on the computer, slightly confusing but managed in the time given. I was cooled down and feeling much more positive for the second part of my interview.
And then I was sabotaged by the construction works and weather… again. Due to the works, my interview had been moved to a different building… 10 minutes away from the one I was in. Needless to say, after being taken on a brisk 10 minute walk through the 30 degree heat, in a pair of heels , I was sweating and flustered. Right in time to meet the board of people interviewing me. Joy.
Now the interview didn’t go terribly. But I’d been so off-put by my journey in, that the best answers just didn’t come to me, and I felt my memory going blank on a few of the questions. They were all really nice, and the lovely man at the end told me that he thought I’d done really well. I wasn’t convinced.
Of course, the news the next day was that I hadn’t been successful. Not a shock I suppose, but still not what you want to hear after going through all the effort of applying.
So, for all those people out there applying for University/jobs/other roles, and not being successful, you are not alone. (As much as it may feel like it when you look at your social media and see everyone succeeding in everything they do.)
Apologies for the long post, I hope it made at least a few people laugh or feel better about themselves. As for me, I’m currently trying to get my motivation back to apply for more jobs (hopefully with more success).