Imagine you’re sitting on a cold and hard wooden chair with a wide smile on your face, your cheeks aching from having smiled so much during the last 15 minutes of your job interview. This isn’t your first job interview but you’ve had your fair share of rejections and you’re worried you won’t have a “legit” job for the summer. Everything seems to be going well until the interviewer suddenly smiles and your heart sinks as this smile isn’t like any of the other smiles you’ve seen today. It isn’t the smile that he gave you when you first walked into the room and it also isn’t the smile that he gave you when you talked about your “weaknesses”. You then realize that the smile isn’t the worst part as he opens his mouth and asks, “Tell me a joke.”
If you were ever asked this question, what would you say to him? What would be your joke? This isn’t reddit, Tumblr, 9GAG, or even Facebook (sadly) where you can mesh together some memes and draw laughs out of people. This is a real life situation where you can’t use a gif to humorously animate your “GPOY”. And mind you, this also isn’t a situation where you can just flip the table: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
The fact that some companies actually do ask you to tell a joke is pretty scary and mind boggling. I think I might just start carrying around large poster boards with all the different memes printed on them. Or better yet, I’ll start making meme masks out of some Bristol board paper. And don’t you worry, I’ll be sure to laminate them before my next job interview.
…it isn’t called a “favour” when you enslave me to do things for you. Constantly. Being a committee member also doesn’t entail having to spend 5+ hours clicking away on Photoshop to create a poster that you could have told me to work on about a week ago. Last time I ever get involved.
I don’t know if this is some kind of mid-life crisis (I know I’m not thirty) but I recently realized I hate everything I’m doing: I hate finance, marketing, accounting, every other business course, working in teams, networking, doing assignments, meeting new people, holding a conversation, going to school, everything about school…Maybe it’s because I’m swamped with work or because I’m just stressed out, I really really really really hope this sick feeling passes or else I’m going to go insane.
I’ve never really felt this way before. It’s scary because regardless of how much I didn’t like what I was doing, I thought I had everything figured out. I thought I was making the right decisions. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought everything would work out in the end.
I thought wrong.
I say this a lot but never again will I ever put myself in a position like this. NEVER.
I am so unprepared, it’s not even funny.