Well, everyone, my interview at the design agency has come and gone and I am counting on Godly intervention!
It rained the day (two days past, already) that I went, but that did not dampen (poetically-charged pun intended) my determination. I HAD to get this job! I was 10 minutes early which is ideal…to be early. The night before, I actually had a nightmare that I was late for the interview. What the heck!?! One of those “ironcally bad-timing” things. Like the time my boyfriend and I JUST came off a cruise and the very next day we saw the movie “2012”…you know, the one with the sinking CRUISE SHIP scene? Or like, on the SAME cruise, this woman was actually playing, on the piano, the theme from “Titanic”???
Ironically bad timing.
But the “ironically bad timing” nightmare had no effect as, like I said, I was beyond on time. I half waltzed (my confident side)/half slow-walked (my trying to stay calm side) my way into the building and smiled at the receptionist like an old buddy. Hey! I’m friendly and wanted to make sure to convey that to anybody there! I sat and waited for awhile, watching, on a flat panel tv, a neat video demo of the company’s purpose. Then, it was time…
Unlike the Titanic, the interview didn’t hit a virtual iceberg and sink. It actually was a positive interview and moved along smoothly. I tried to listen and speak as naturally and confident as possible. She, the owner, explained the business and position, then asked to be shown printed samples of my graphic work. I explained each piece and a bit about my process. She asked me some questions of myself and I asked a list of questions I had. It wasn’t a loooong, long-winded list. It was reasonable. So I wouldn’t come off as a psycho-paranoid-crossing every “T” interrogator.
Really, everything went well, until the middle of it when my throat caught an itch…. Now, I am getting over a cold that never quite formed (as in no runny nose, nasty poppin’-ilk-cough or lazy a**ness wooziness to go along with my scratchy throat). This semi-cold has been fading away in aggravatingly gradual stages. Earlier, in the week, I sounded like an extremely scratchy-voiced Jewish mom who lives in New York and yells at the kids all day. That fell off and I sounded like a scratched, everyfewseconds skipping CD…every few syllables or word skipping as I tried to speak. Ugh. The day of the interview, I sounded a bit better, but still with the scratchy throat. No matter HOW much Cold Buster spray, cough drops or whatever I took all week! Bleepin’ bleep bleepity BLEEP!!
So, the middle of the interview, I get a BAD BAD itch in my throat. I felt it and even as I tried to keep my composure before this professional, interviewingmeforagreatjob lady, on the inside my mind was screaming, “NOOOOO!” and cursing profusely and “Why now?” I am convinced, and I’m serious, that Satan was trying to mess up my chance. He likes to screw stuff up. Anyway, I ran to the bathroom after excusing myself with as much calmness as a choking – up person can. I coughed in that restroom like I was on my deathbed.
Anyway, the remainder of the interview was just swell. Satan lost…again. More points for the Lord! I was told to email some of my illustration/drawing works and told I would be informed in a couple weeks. Until that decision, I feel like the image below, right now…
…but not in a disheartened way. Nervous, but NOT disheartened. I am just continually praying for the best. God brought me to this point and I pray He bring me the rest of the way to a decision (her decision) that I have been waiting on from someone for a long time, now.
All I want is to utilize my skills full-blown (not just on the side).
All I want is more experience.
All I want is to be psyched about going to work!
All I want is to make a better living.
All I want is a chance.
(psssst…If you are in the design business, if you have a company or you’re an individual and you need design work, a logo for ex., contact me: firstname.lastname@example.org!)
My artwork: http://paintingsilove.com/artist/caloniejohnson