Note: I will be posting some unearthed, unpublished notes I have from my notes and elsewhere.
I felt like putting it somewhere where people can actually read it. But meh, who cares.
CREATED: December 15, 2016
EDITED: January 10, 2022
It's already my third time on interviews this year but I'm still nervous as it is.
I'm always the person on the other end, but this time, it's not me who's asking the questions. The hard questions.
"What is your weakness?" they ask, as if already digging the graves to my death to throw off my personality.
"How do you deal with stress? Are you ready for this job?' — Would've wanted to answer sarcastically, but of course. that's not how it works. Or else, everything else is game over.
I'm ready. I bet I am. There's a reason why I am here. There's a reason why I dragged myself to wear a black and white ensemble they call "corporate attire" that has long been kept in the deepest darkest corner of my closet.
There's a reason why I sent multiple copies of my resumé, with my not-so-latest 2 x 2 photo I’ve probably had five years ago. The reason why I keep on adding and cutting and adding and cutting yet again my list of achievements and work experiences. (You know what they say, limit it to two pages. I counted three plus a cover page. What. A. Humble. Brag.)
There’s a reason why I was leaving. And moving forward.
Now here’s to a fresh start.
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