Last week, I had a job interview. And enjoyed it.
. . . Right?
How on earth does that work out? Aren’t interviews supposed to cut into the depths of your soul to expose your every weakness and leave you wondering why you should be considered for any kind of employment at all? I don’t get it. It wasn’t even a small-scale place. This company is global, and yet I wasn’t quaking in my Nine Wests.
Maybe it’s a sign that we’re a perfect fit. But still, an enjoyable interview?? My mind is blown.
Only By the Night, Kings of Leon