Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sweaty Girl

I had a job interview yesterday, which is interesting in that I wasn't necessarily looking for a job. But I can always get behind a change in scenery. And now that I've met everyone and been made to sit at the lonely end of a conference table while four people stared at me from across the room, I'm doing what anyone would do...reliving every moment. It's not possible that people could meet me and not be impressed, right?
 

As I continue running through the interview over and over again, here's what quite possibly defined me more than anything else.  I was personable, funny, and professional, but above all else, I was a sweaty mess. 

It rained yesterday. A lot. It rained as though it hadn't rained in months, which really isn't far off. Armed with my dusty umbrella and my jacket that I didn't need because it was 70 degrees, I was really trucking it down the street so I could make it a few minutes early. Which I did,. And that's fairly remarkable for me. By the time I got my umbrella and coat put away, I realized I was really hot. I was told it would be a few minutes so I figured I had time to cool down, but as soon as I was ushered into the interview room I suddenly became aware that not only was I hot from rushing to get there, but I was sweating. And not just a little. I could feel it everywhere. It was so fantastically uncomfortable to just sit there in my sweatyness, unable to wipe myself off or even throw up a quick ponytail. All I could think was, "no one's going to remember my name. They're just going to call me the sweaty girl." And as I'm trying to intelligently discuss their hypothetical challenges, I have these other hypothetical conversations happening in my head of what will be said when these people get together later to discuss all the applicants. 


Interviewer 1: So, who did you guys like?
Interviewer 2: I don't know. No one really stood out that much. There was that one sweaty girl, but I don't even remember what she had to say. Just that she was sweaty. 
Interviewer 3: Oh, yeah, the sweaty girl. What was up with that? It wasn't even hot in here.
Interviewer 4: Maybe she has some sort of medical condition where her sweat glands don't act normal. Like maybe she just stays moist all the time. 
Interviewer 2: That's ridiculous. 
Interviewer 4: No it's not. I saw it on House once. 
Interviewer 1: Okay, we can't have a sweaty girl running around here. Just pick the next person in the pile. 

End Scene.