Reason to Cry

I had a job interview this week. Didn't get it. I knew halfway through the interview. I didn't do terribly badly; my answers were thoughtful and related directly to the questions. Just from the body language and the follow up questions I realized that I wasn't giving them exactly what they wanted. I was qualified and good candidate for the job, but I wasn't the best and I knew it. When they called to tell me they offered the position to someone else, I was still relieved because it meant I had read the situation correctly. Obviously I wanted the job but at the same time, it's nice to know that I was right.

There was one question they asked that bugged me a little. Okay, it wasn't so much the question but the follow up. They asked me if I spoke another language, to which I replied no. That's a normal interview question. With the follow up questions, there was a little pressure, like you DON'T speak any other language? None at all, not even a little French? Again, I said no. They seemed surprised. Why they were surprised I don't know but they were surpised nonetheless.

Now it's on to busy November. Come the new year, I start night school!