Geez. I've just went through a gruesome interview just now. It's for the same organization I wrote earlier on, but this time more personal contacts with the moderators and assessors. Frankly, some of them looked like they had human for breakfast, a couple of them looked motherly and one actually adopt some mediocre English slang. All in all, a very stressful situation consist of 3 sections - individual presentation, group discussion and role playing, but I have to say I consider myself lucky because I have another offer awaits, so basically I have something to fall back to. BUT, the very luck caught me in a 'pickle' situation too, since I only have till next week to receive the next call back for the last stage: the actual interview (finally), AND the offers stand until TODAY!
I've never been in this big 3-some matter before in my life but I have to face the music at the end of it afterall. Just to make matters worst, my ego have been bruised and my confidence decrease down to 0% after the gruesome interview. I swear I have this outer-body experience during the 3 steps of this interview. I think I sounded ridiculous, blabbing to save my life and like the annoying advertisements, I think I've repeat my points while trying to sound intellectual or just being heard. Seriously, I've never babbled like this before. Even I don't know what I'm saying. Ahh, the art acquired by mass comm students.
In times like these, there are only 3 people that can convince me to take the next stage, my mother (the HR expert), my sister (my confidant) and Nadhyrah (my twin sister from another mother). I've called my mum to get the HR opinion, called my sister to get her sisterly advice, and Nad for her experience and understanding in my situation. Finally, thanks for the advices from these trio, I've developed some special ops mission to save my ass and my career (or whatsoever left of it!). At last, I actually accept the offer. And, yes, I have a job now.
How boring.
I've never been in this big 3-some matter before in my life but I have to face the music at the end of it afterall. Just to make matters worst, my ego have been bruised and my confidence decrease down to 0% after the gruesome interview. I swear I have this outer-body experience during the 3 steps of this interview. I think I sounded ridiculous, blabbing to save my life and like the annoying advertisements, I think I've repeat my points while trying to sound intellectual or just being heard. Seriously, I've never babbled like this before. Even I don't know what I'm saying. Ahh, the art acquired by mass comm students.
In times like these, there are only 3 people that can convince me to take the next stage, my mother (the HR expert), my sister (my confidant) and Nadhyrah (my twin sister from another mother). I've called my mum to get the HR opinion, called my sister to get her sisterly advice, and Nad for her experience and understanding in my situation. Finally, thanks for the advices from these trio, I've developed some special ops mission to save my ass and my career (or whatsoever left of it!). At last, I actually accept the offer. And, yes, I have a job now.
How boring.
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