Okay, I'm home. RELIEF. I'm sure no one really likes going to interviews...but I loath it. In almost any type of social situation I do okay, I'm comfortable, I'm chatty, what-have-you, but in interviews? I'm one large whimpering wide-eyed mess. "You want me to talk?? About ME?!" And usually it's not too bad, because usually it's nothing big: restaurants, hotels, etc, but today was different. Today the realms of my comfort zone expanded and took me to my first "professional interview". Holy Jesus.
It's a position working for an "upscale high-end art gallery" as an secretary/admin assistant...Sounds simple enough, art gallery=pretty freakin' awesome, so yeah should be cool... Yeah, not so simple, and not cool but freaking amazing.
I walk into the high rise building and take the elevator to the 5th floor. "They'll be right with you"..."THEY'LL"? There's more than ONE? So I'm already a little more than nervous, when I get the okay from the receptionist to meet THEM downstairs in the conference room. Take a couple deep breaths on my three second ride in the elevator to the 4th floor, and then, it's on. I meet a very enthusiastic Richard and his assistant Kato and sit down. I'm already feeling some relief because they seemed happy to meet me and eager, and not so straight to business and "where's your experience?!", so that was good. Then Richards starts talking....and never stops. I mentioned I don't like interviews because I have to talk about myself, and so this was excellent because I think I said about...five words. And Richard? About 5000...in the first minute. He explained that basically they're in the process of opening a gallery where they'll have a big auction twice a year, and that he's traveled all over the world, and works with people who have millions of kabillions sitting around in their bank account just for the heck of it. And he goes on and on and gets into the details of his company and their goals and after I'm thoroughly confused he looks over my resume. "Oh crap here it comes" I think, but was surprised to learn he was actually glad I have no experience, because he can "mold" me and teach me the in's an out's of art. SCORE! I mentioned I studied literature, which he liked, and that I also enjoy writing. "Oh you're a writer? Well, we plan on having catalogs to go along with all the art we sell, maybe you could move up and eventually do that for us?" HECK YES! How awesome would that be?? Then to top everything off, he asks me if I'd be okay to travel. I'm thinking...Tampa, Miami, maybe out of state, and then he asks, ever so seriously: "do you have your passport? you should work on that...". Yikes! Now I'm writing for an art gallery and traveling to Paris and Rome?? Seriously?! This is just not nice...because I was one out of like a hundred if not more, and this job is like straight out of my dreams, and I don't want to see it pass by me.
So how do you think I can win these guys over? They don't even have a building yet, or a salary range, and everything is still in all the beginning stages, so it would be a little bit before I'd even start to work, IF I got the job. IF. I hate IF's!
I'm not getting my hopes up, but I am sending a batch of cookies and a "thank you for meeting me" to their office STAT.
Oh and for everyone who was on Orange Ave and witnessed my Marline Monroe impression...you're welcome for the free show, thanks for the whistles! Damn wind...
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