When it comes down to it the interview is about two things: first, belief in yourself, second, convincing the panel or interviewer to believe in you as you believe yourself. You make them believe by believing. You believe in yourself, and through this unshakeable belief, you believe in them, the company, the person or persons, because when you are hired or brought on you know things are good now but they are going to be even better when you come in and mix things up, positively, collaboratively. It all comes down to belief. It really does. Everything else is a distraction. All the things. First find & focus on the belief. Second, have it with you during the interview and use it to convince them to believe as you believe. You convince by believing. That’s it. What you say is a byproduct of belief, whether or not you possess it, and if you do have it, what you say will be what they need to hear. And look, not all jobs are right for you. Not all environments are either. With the kind of belief we are talking about–the kind that knows– it’s like this irrefutable thing no one can actually argue against. The interview turns into something else, when someone walks in with belief. They don’t always get the job. You won’t always get it. But, now listen but, but I promise you after you’ve left the room those eyes of theirs will tell the story. It will be a look like, “wow.” Hey, after all, they are as desperate as you. Their last hire sucked, did you know that? This is actually the third time they’ve tried to bring someone in–all three ended with disappointment. You know, one other thing, the downfall of all three was their attitude. They kept getting the interview piece wrong, the interviewers were getting it wrong. They were looking for the things. And asking about the things. And getting stories. And interpreting stories. Really what they needed, or need, what they need is to have someone who believes positively. The only way they were going to see that was when someone walked in with it and carried that shit with them all through it. True, they may fuck up again and botch the hire. But hey, you weren’t cut for it maybe, or maybe you were. I tell you though, those people will come back in some time and wonder either outloud or in private or public circles how you would have done. People can try their hardest but what is really being interviewed. And what is in our control. Is anything? Just belief, that’s right. Come into it.
Richard blocked out an area of his canvas with a 2B pencil. He’s right handed but sometimes uses his left. This time, or that time, he uses or used his right. His traditional hand. The hand he uses normally but not exclusively now has a residue of graphite from a deep unintentional smudging. “Ruined!” for just a moment, Richard pulls out a black eraser bought earlier in the week, when he had money to spend or waste. With his left he pulled out the eraser from the drawer and handed it to his other hand, the right one, and with the power of two fingers he unblocked and partially shaded out the section of his new, discounted canvas. The base of his palm continues to smear lightly across the canvas as he erases. Richard notices, “Damnit!” More erasing. More unblocking. More retreating. He stands up. He goes to the bathroom. He comes back into the original room and looks outside from inside. Greenery, balcony, flowers & sun; a bird flies by and another follows. A cat stretches and whiskers catch the attention of a piercing ray of sunshine light bravely forcing its way through needy leaves and unestablished plants. The reflection of the sun of the whisker catches & passes to the movement of the cat’s body, and to Richard’s. Really there was only a half second to see it. Richard was back in his chair just as the cat had finished settling into his upright seating position, facing inward, in the direction of a Richard who then & now has his back to everything but the canvas. He forgot to wash his hands. He gets up again. He goes to the kitchen. He washes his hand with soap. The other hand gets little attention. Together they click, apart they beep. He dries them. He sighs. He goes back to the canvas and retrieves a partially full coffee cup now cold. He microwaves it for 30 seconds. He pulls it out of the microwave and adds a bit of coffee from the still on automatic pot. He adds a little milk. He adds a little honey. He licks off the excess honey of the glass honey jar. He puts it back into the cupboard. He goes back to the canvas. He sits down. He looks at the canvas. Someone had been there already. They left before they even started. Richard begins to think, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” His stomach gurgles from too much coffee. He takes a sip, then a second. He puts the cup down and picks it back up immediately again and takes a third. A bird chirps, another moment passes that didn’t quite go right.