A Rant on Interviews aka The Ramblings of a Stress Case

Job interviews are stressful regardless.

I mean, right? Once I get in the room and make eye contact with people, I'm pretty good, but the lead up to a job interview is super stressful.

What are they going to ask? What should I wear? Will they be nice or stern? Have they already chosen someone internal and this is just for show? What if I get lost and am late? What if I totally choke?

Those are normal stresses albeit ones I blow gigantically out of proportion because I am a card carrying over-worrier.

But when you're living in Southern Maryland and applying for jobs in DC, there are a nice, big crapload of extra stresses that come with job interviews.

How am I going to get there? What are we going to do with the dogs? How much is it going to cost me to get there, eat, kennel the dogs, etc.?

And on and on.

So, I'm just going to bitch about my day tomorrow real quick here to exercise my stress demons. Ready?

Tomorrow, I'm going to commute into the city with Mike for my interview. I have to be ready, looking interview good and leave the house by 6:10a.m. at the latest. That's early. Balls. We'll get there about 8:00a.m. My interview is at 2:00p.m. Double balls. It's DC so I can entertain myself easily, but that's a long time to sit around/walk around/entertain myself wearing my cute interview dress. It's only a 2.1 mile walk from Mike's work to my interview location so that will be a good way to kill about an hour, but of course that means bringing an extra pair of shoes in my purse because I'm not doing that in heels. I'm going to need to find a bathroom to freshen up at some point because after two hours on a bus and four hours walking around DC, I'm not going to look great, I'm sure. After my interview, I'll walk back to Mike's work and wait for him so we can take the bus for two hours back home. Our dogs can't be alone that long and our kennel was full and my dad was busy so one of Mike's friends from soccer is going to check on them and walk them at lunch. He's never met them before and I'm terrified they are going to run away or something because, well, I'm a paranoid over-worrier. It's going to be a long ass day. And interviews are stressful anyways. Getting up at 5:00a.m. is my nightmare.

And then if I do get the job, our lease isn't up until October 13th so we'll both have to commute and hire a dog walker and when are we going to do laundry and cook dinner and work out and then we have to move holy shit this is all so stressful.

Okay, I'm done.