I've been seeing a lot of the trailer for "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot." The new Tina Fey movie is based on a book by a female reporter on the ground in Afghanistan when the war began. The movie itself looks amazing and the book does too. I can't wait to see it and read it. However, all I can think of when I see the trailer is this: This chick was brave enough to go to Afghanistan - How in the heck do I get so brave?!
Don't get me wrong, I have no desire to go to Afghanistan - just to be clear, none whatsoever. But going somewhere crazy, might have its perks. That's probably why I chose to apply for a job in another state last week. Why the heck not? Though, this story would have had a much happier ending, if I'd actually succeeded in getting the job or even just nailed the interview. Nope, that's not what happened at all.
I unequivocally BOMBED the interview. There were about 500 words that came out of my mouth that could not have been stopped. They just kept coming. As I said them I knew they were wrong, and still they kept coming. I had no idea where they came from and I had no idea how to stop them. I even managed to answer pivotal questions - about myself! - incorrectly. I still have a nervous tick just thinking about it.
I have this over-analyzed fear that I bombed on purpose because the thought of moving is just too scary. But I so need that to not be true. The reporter in the book moved to a war-torn country, and I can't even fathom moving to one of my most favorite cities in the world? Nope, I'm not going there. For now, I'll push through and chalk the interview up to the socially-inept nervous energy that plagues me on all interviews. And just hope that the next time Manhattan calls, I'll at least have the decency to find some Xanax first...
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