I was called in for an interview by a well-known private company recently. I was sent a list of possible questions that I was expected to answer; I read them and didn’t rehearse any answers. I don’t like perfect, staged answers. I’d rather stutter to answer than be perfectly unauthentic, if that makes any sense?
So I hop in the elevator with my access card, and I hit the 18th floor button. I’m feeling that normal surge of nervousness with a dash of excitement. Getting the job or not was not the reason for that feeling; I just adored the idea of being in a professional setting, treading hallways independently, with dreams buzzing in my head.
I had waited a good 50 minutes before I was called in, and I was already holding their tardiness against them, until the interviewers charmingly said: sorry we kept you waiting. Dang it, I’m a sucker for politeness. You’re excused!
I sit facing a gentleman and a woman, who seem to be of the same origin. Their smiles lessened my nervousness, and then came that plot twist that astounded me.
As the blog title said it: I came in to talk about myself, only for the interviewer to talk about …… me? Wait what? He was sitting right across from me, and I am pretty sure I had my mouth open throughout the entire time he spoke. I didn’t understand it….
It was 10 minutes of him praising me, and from what I learned, he actually asked the staff in my work placement about me. It was a praise after the other, from what he read on my CV to my “true calling” and my area of expertise. I almost didn’t know if I should nod and hear him out, or interrupt him with thank-yous.
What was happening? I was truly taken aback in the happiest sense. It was one of the BEST interviews I’ve ever had, and I barely had to put myself out there. He did all the talking?
Kindness was emitting from his speech, and I am not saying that because he praised me in that interview. He was a true gentleman; he even held the door for me as I was exiting the meeting room.
“You seem like the kind of person who’d have 60k followers on Instagram.”
“Marketing is your thing. It’s obvious.”
“You’re focused. You’re driven.”
“You know what you want.”
“I can see you as a content writer.”
“You’ve done an amazing job at your internship.”
“The people at ______ said great things about you.”
And those are only some of the lines that I recall. The interview took place a few weeks ago.
I left the place with a heart bursting with happiness, after I’ve had one of the worst months of my entire life. I didn’t care for what happens next, nor am I the person who fuels on compliments (but when is that a bad thing, really), but that man saw things in me that I didn’t see in myself.
I am so hypercritical toward myself, and I feel that I haven’t achieved much in life. But to be viewed from his highly-optimistic, lifting-others-up aspect was so heart warming that to this day, I smile to that memory.
The denouement of this story? No, I didn’t get the job. I actually didn’t get a yes or a no, but I considered that a silent “no.” Did it matter? Absolutely not! That day was so crucial to my health and wellbeing, and it was easily one of my favorite memories of 2017.
As egotistical as it may sound, I highly needed to hear all of that because let’s be real, those words were not going to come from my mouth.