Interviews have always been something I look forward to. I'm not sure if it's because I was raised to believe I could do anything I set my mind to or my total confidence in my skills. Or my love of talking about myself. For whatever reason I am almost never nervous before an interview.
My recent move to Washington DC meant having to send out dozens of applications and receiving very few call backs. Rejection is something I can deal with it, because I know if they met me, they'd love me. While I cant shine through a resume or cover letter, an interview is the perfect way to say, "hey, I'll be great to have in the office and I don't expect to be paid very much."
Last fall I had an interview so terrible, so embarrassingly tragic that I haven't been able to write about it till now.
Did the interviewer know I was crying, well, no. But the very fact that I was crying while answering the final assessment questions is traumatizing enough. The worst part is that my actual interview went great, it was the Spanish assessment that felt like I was stabbed in the brain then asked to recite the alphabet backwards.
With my rollercoaster emotions though it's not the most awkward space I've ever cried in. I will cry anywhere I please, because I'm not a robot and I'm aware I'll probably never see those people ever again. Here are a few other awkward places I've decided to let the tears flow free.
On the subway after a long day of work followed by an equally long day at school.
Inside a Burger King. While in line. After being stung by a bee for the first time. It was justified!
At my desk at work, for a variety of reasons. If you work somewhere long enough you will eventually cry there.
On a party bus on the ride home from prom. My date was a terrible person, I just didn't realize it at the time.
Dave and Busters on graduation day. I was angry about how my graduation had went and that all of my friends had somehow moved on without me. Plus, they were taking forever to bring me my food and I was hangry.
On an 8 hour plane ride from the London to New Jersey. Some people were uncomfortable but I was heartbroken, so they could deal with it.
Am I the only one who somehow just feels better after letting out an ugly cry? Where's the most awkward place you've ever let yourself break down?