Applying for a job is a full-time job – which no one will pay you for.
Fumbling on telephonic interviews is my norm. Pausing while citing your expected CTC and then saying a number completely different than you imagined is my forté. How can you quantify your worth over the first call you’re having with a complete stranger? If that isn’t f*cked up, I don’t know what is.
And of course the dreaded, “So tell me about yourself?”. Where do I start and where do I stop? Do you want to hear about my nagging imposter syndrome? Or my incessant need to travel? Or better still, my need to leave a city every two years?
We can’t ever sound too excited, because of course, that reeks of desperation. But can’t sound normal either – some magical middle ground of excitement levels that should satisfy the other person. Ugh.
Strengths and weaknesses? I’ve got plenty of those too. Binge-watching cooking shows with no intention to make those meals? Can dance for hours, but can’t run for even a minute. Both a strength and weakness, if you ask me.
Unemployment depression is real and over-thinking should be classified as an extreme sport. However, staying positive and getting up every day and doing the same thing over and over again is the only hope. My mind often wanders into those dark spaces, I’ve filled up with happier memories. But keeping those dark thoughts at bay is a task and one you have to be conscious even to acknowledge and accept as part of the process.
This too shall pass. I know. It has before and it will again. Coping mechanisms have changed over the years, but this is a phase we’ve all been through. Keeping this thought above all others is the key.