The Trainer Interview

Excited about this interview, I begin to gather my portfolio and questions off the printer that I will ask at the end to wow them. I’m in my button up black with white pokadot sheer shirt, my black slacks and platform open toed black shoes. Damn, I look cute! Off I go! This is a position within the same company however, in another building. I make my way to the car and have to walk over a grassy hill. Did I mention that it’s 9:30 and the morning dew has not had a chance to dry? On with the story. I begin to walk slowly up the little hill and now down sllllooowly…BAM! With the questions for the interviewer in hand I twist my ankle and fall straight on my ass! The paper never leaves my hand. I quickly get up and look around because some of my co-workers usually take a smoke break right about now. Don’t want them pointing and laughing BEFORE my interview and throw off my game. Phew, no one saw. I get into the car, fold my piece of paper in half and toss it in my oversized purse. I’m laughing hysterically and call Shawna to share in my stupidness. Sadly, she’s not as amused as I am. She wishes me luck and I hang up. I get to the building and limp to the front where I will meet the two people that are interviewing me.

Hi Michele, nice to see you. Come on in. Nice to see you too, as I limp closer. Okay, we’re going to the executive conference room UPstairs. I smile, of course it is. As they are already at the half way point and on to the next set of stairs I am only half way up the first set. They’re looking down at me like, what’s her problem? We finally make it to the conference room. Ah, I sit down (ankle pulsating). They go through the usual series of questions and I answer them with no hesitation (because my psychic told me nothing was changing in my job so what do I have to lose?) They ask at the end of their screening, Do you have any questions for us? I reach inside my purse for the folded piece of paper and open it up on the desk…my face, frozen in horror. The paper had grass stains, dirt stains, pieces of grass and the shape of my wedge heel in a dirt engraved manner. Omigod! What am I going to say? They’re sitting across from me? Oh, this is bad. One of the interviewers asks me if I’m okay. I have no choice but to tell her what happened. They laugh while trying to be concerned. I fold my arms and quickly go into my questions in a very professional manner. I leave with my dignity somewhat in tact. Three days later they made me an offer. A new chapter in my work life begins.