Interviewing is an art in itself. And like most arts, it comes easily to me.
At my first interview, there were several other people in
the room with me. We were all applying for jobs as substitute teachers, and there were several job openings. But as the interview progressed, the interviewer focused her attention more
and more on me, until it became a conversation between the two of us while the
other applicants sat silent. It reminded
me of when I was in school, and the teacher ignored the rest of the class.
I looked around at the other applicants. They probably had spouses and children to
support. I had no one, and didn’t care
whether I got the job or not. I didn’t have
to earn a living because I didn’t want to live.
After the interview was over, and we all left, the
interviewer followed me out to the parking lot.
We stood and talked until I told her to go back inside because it was
freezing.
She telephoned me a week later, and asked if I still wanted
the job. I told her I’d changed my
mind.
