I had a job interview today, for a job I applied for on Sunday and got called about on Monday. I walked in not entirely sure I was interested, became sure I was interested maybe fifteen minutes in, and then the interview was over at the twenty-five minute mark. I am reasonably certain it wasn’t a fast interview because they hated me, although I feel like I really bollixed one of the questions. I think the owner is just a quick-decision sort of guy. Hopefully I made a good impression; I think I came off better with the second person I talked to than the first. I’ll know by next week, apparently.
The question I screwed up? What is your greatest weakness, which has gotta be fucking Interview 101, and which I stammered at for longer than I like before joking that my greatest weakness was being crap at deciding what my weaknesses were and then mumbling something slightly more useful. Like, even sitting here now, damn near two hours later, I still don’t know what the good answer is to that. I want to call the guy and ask if we can do the interview over only he asks any other questions other than those two.
My greatest strength is that I’m good at shit. Like, this shit here, that you want someone to do? I’m good at that shit. Give me some money so that I can do that shit and I’ll do that shit for you.
This may be why I don’t have a job yet.