Last week my post at Love Without Training Wheels went up, here. Just in case you missed it.
Ok, so I'll admit when I wrote this post I already knew I was going to the interview. I had cried, I had thrown tantrums, and let's not forget the large amounts of whining. And even after all that wasted emotion I knew that I'd feel guilty for not going.
And so, I put on my interview outfit (as seen here), and started my long trek to the outer suburbs of Melbourne. I stopped for chocolate at the train station knowing that no matter how this interview went I was going to need a pick me up afterwards. But promptly ate half the chocolate bar before even getting on the train (points for saving half?).
And then I got to the interview and was ushered into a meeting room. 160 people applied for the job and I was one of the 6 that they decided to interview. Which of course immediately made me want to ask "why?" The woman interviewing me explained right away that she understood that I didn't have a lot/any experience in Poop and Recycled Water and then the questions started coming. About my work experience, my education, how I prefer to work, if I excel in team or independent environments...fairly standard stuff. Until the questions on Poop and Recycled Water started coming up. I had to admit that I didn't know the answers to many of them, and this didn't seem to alarm them!
Did I bomb the interview? No. I didn't ace it either. And if they were to offer it to me I'd have to consider long and hard before I'd say yes.
As for if going were the right decision...I always knew I'd end up going. In this job market where the opportunities aren't coming hard and fast, I have to exploit the ones I get - even if they are Poop and Recycled Water orientated. And even if I don't want the job in the end.