Edited 6/12/10: I got called back for a second interview and was offered the position.
Today was my first real job interview.
Well, second if you count the conversation below, which I don’t:
Aunty J: “Hah?! You wanna work here ah? Washing dishes? “
Sumie: “Erm, yeah.” Aunty J: “Ok lo, you start now.”
The job interview didn’t really go as I had planned. So I decided to make a tutorial of what not-to-do. Don’t pity me. Every lesson learnt brings me that much closer to my destiny.
Jesus, for Your sake please take the wheel.
When things don’t go according to my well-laid plan.
When theres a draconian fear of failure gripping me before I sleep at night.
When the thought of “Just dust it off and try again if you don’t get it” makes me want to cry instead.
When there’s this swirling misery of doubt taunting me if I’ll ever amount to anything or if I’m on the right path or if failing this time is really that necessary engulfs me.
In my panic I picture an unsympathetic god blatantly unaware that out of 6.6 billion people in this world, there’s one 22 year old girl being washed over by a tsunami of frenzied worry about her future, grasping desperately for direction.
Then I thank You that You are NOT that god.
I, your God,
have a firm grip on you and I’m not letting go.
I’m telling you, ‘Don’t panic.
I’m right here to help you.’
Highlights of today:
- Handsome interviewers saying things like “If you take this job you’ll be under me the whole time.” and “Yeah I’ll be behind you all the way, pushing you hard the whole time.”
- Eating awesome Jordanian kebab.
- Getting lost, asking random truck drivers for directions, almost flinging my phone out the car because GoogleMaps refused to work, ending up in Padang Jawa rubber estate and taking 6 tolls to get back home.
Thinking of: Paramore’s Fences and how life suddenly is becoming a little overwhelming for this 22 year old.