Thursday, October 6, 2011

Tomorrow.


Tomorrow is the big day. Well, not the big day. It isn't like it's my wedding day (been there, done that), or the due date of my first child (that's for sometime later, I guess), or the day the world's governments sign over total control of the planet to me accepting me unquestionably as their new overlord for life (but one day perhaps). But it's a big day to me all the same. Tomorrow is the day of my job interview at the newspaper.

I started off pretty euphoric after I got the call. I thought, "Yes!!! Finally, someone called! Finally, I was going to get out of this situation". Then, of course, a few days later, reality stepped in as it dawned on me that I might not actually get the job. I'm a total idiot when talking to people face-to-face. Especially when I feel like they're judging me, studying me, looking for my flaws and measuring me on their scale of worthiness. *Shudder*

But then, what would happen even if I did pass the interview? (Is 'pass' the right word? It is like a test, right?) I'm a total noob at journalism. I only started my first classes in the field last month. I don't know if I'm ready for this. Sure, I've researched the job description, the company, yadda, yadda, yadda. The truth is, no amount of reading up on it can ever prepare you for the real thing. Right?

I have to stop thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow is scary. There are too many variables to consider. Too many things of which I have no control over. If I think about it too much, I'd be a complete bundle of nerves, too afraid to step out the front door in the morning. I'm not going to do it any more for today. It's just too much to worry about.

I've done all I can do about tomorrow (I hope) and all I can really worry about right now is today. All I can do is calm myself and try to be as relaxed as I can be. So that's what I'll do. I'll relax for today and deal with tomorrow when it comes. And, also, as for today, all I can really say is...

There's a story about boobs on Sprocket Ink again. And I put it there. Just click here.

10 comments:

  1. I did think of you today and your interview tomorrow and then you post this. You will do fine, just go online and research the dumb ass questions you will get asked and how to answer them.

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  2. On the other hand, tomorrow IS Friday. So, it's a "win-win" no matter what.

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  3. All the best for the interview, dude! Just try to relax and take your time and everything will be fine!

    Now. Boobs you say?

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  4. You'll do fine on the interview. They expect you to be nervous. What kind of arrogant obnoxious jerk would you be if you weren't nervous?

    Best of luck.

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  5. As long as you don't come off as a total journalism noob (or use the word 'noob' in any of your articles) I'm sure you'll do fine.

    Good luck!

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  6. Make sure you wash your hands, that you don't have any parsley stuck on your teeth, if you wear jeans they have to be covered in paint and holes that way they'll know you're not a moron for wearing jeans at an interview but you're actually an artist with lots to say, make sure you always look in their eyes and when they look back growl for good measure (make THEM nervous), start every single sentence with the word "I" unless, oh even better talk about yourself in the third person like "Vinny has great writing skills Vinny has received many awards for his blogging, Vinny thinks blogging is just like journalism, Vinny is a bright boy!" and every once and again quickly turn your head to the left and yell out "SQUIRREL" as your right foot comes up and scratches your head (acting like a puppy does wonders in an interview, who doesn't love a puppy?) and then seal the deal by licking their cheeks! (Whatever you do, don't lick the butt cheeks, save that for your first day at work).

    p.s. tell them I say hi!

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  7. You're gonna make that interview your bitch. Word and luck to you.

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  8. Vinny, my first real job was writing for a trade rag about business travel. I was 20. I hadn't done much recreational travel and zero business travel. I got the job. Be confident, be you.

    After that gig I landed a full-time job at a local newspaper. I was still young and without a college dregree at that time. I kicked that job's ass. And a few month's later when angirl my age WITH a college dregree started, I was nervous she'd shame me. It was the other way around, in fact. In journalism there's an bit if an art that is imprevious to noobness. Either you got it, or you din't. You, sir, have got it.

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