Yesterday morning, I had my first interview. I couldn’t sleep the night before. I got up early and got ready. Even though I was up for hours beforehand, I managed to leave my house later than I had initially planned, but I got there a half hour early nonetheless.
I sat in the lobby and waited for my interviewer to come meet me. He and I had emailed back and forth and I had completed a couple of written assignments that I had submitted to him prior to my being invited for an interview.
I was still nervous. But I was also excited. I felt that I had prepared to the best of my ability and he would see what kind of person I am: someone with a good attitude, strong work ethic and desire to learn.
The whole thing went on for about two hours. He began by walking me through the campus. He showed me what kind of software I would be using and where I would be working. He went through all of the job duties and expectations. It seemed like a lot but I felt like I could handle it.
I asked questions.
We went back to his office for the actual interview. We talked. He asked me standard interview questions. Could I go through my resume and highlight some of my achievements in school and work? Could I talk about a time when I felt like I had been challenged, and how I overcame those challenges? How would I feel stepping into an entirely new environment where I wouldn’t know anyone?
I felt so confident when I answered these questions. I truly believe that if the last twenty minutes of the interview hadn’t happened, then he would have hired me on the spot.
Now I will jump to the last twenty minutes of the interview. He left these questions for the very end. Which is actually very frustrating. Instead of prefacing the interview with these questions, he waited. Until. The. End.
These questions revolved around more specific subject matter that would be a part of this position. I could answer some of the questions but I did not know some of the more specific questions.
So, after having–I believed–an extraordinary interview, I was told after these questions were asked that I wasn’t knowledgeable enough for the position.
As excited as I was for the interview, I knew that this was probable. Everyone told me not to worry–that work ethic, intelligence, and desire to learn would outweigh any knowledge that could be learned.
I guess that wasn’t the case.
Now it’s back to square one.