Bombed It
More than a month ago, I had my fake interview with Erik Deckers on February 21st.
He, and many others interested in helping out students with practicing how to interview for jobs, came to Ball State and sat with a multitude of students throughout the day.
We were allotted thirty minutes to talk, discuss, answer questions, ya know, the typical interview thing.
Erik was a very pleasant man and when I wasn't being asked to answer any questions, I was perfectly fine and enjoyed our exchanges.
I didn't feel like I was going to choke and die, basically. I was nervous, but not frightfully so.
The moment a job related question was asked of me, though, I would freeze.
My body tensed up.
Air? What was that? I couldn't remember how to get it in my lungs.
I left the interview feeling miserable (read more here).
I knew I'd tanked it.
Discrepancy
Yet, apparently that's not what happened. What I had perceived to be the truth and reality of the situation was in fact somehow false.
I was told in class one Thursday by Cathy Day, my literary citizenship professor, that I was experiencing a disconnect between reality and the world in my head.
I hadn't done horridly at all.
This was furthered confirmed by an email from Erik himself.
His email read as such:
"Hi Liz
So Cathy Day pointed me toward your blog post about our interview. I was surprised by it. I honestly don't remember interviewing a 'frozen-up moron.' That woman never showed up. She must have been in a different room than we were.
But I remember Liz. Liz the creative writing meteorologist. Liz who works the front desk at her dorm. Liz my fellow Honors Collegian (Colleague?). Liz who understands and appreciates the glory of the Oxford Comma.
I remember thinking Liz was pretty effing awesome.
So awesome in fact, that when we were done, I emailed a friend of mine to ask him if he was still looking for interns. (He wasn't. Sorry.)
Could you have done 'better' on the interview? Sure, but we all can. We always have room to improve on any venture. (Actually, the last thing you want to be excellent at is job interviews, since it implies you've done lots and lots of them!) But you did fine and I didn't think there was anything wrong with your performances.
Just remember, interviews are about making connections. While there's a question-and-answer format to it, it's your chance to tell stories and build rapport with the interviewer. We did that, which is why you are one of only three people who truly stood out to me, and I remember even now. Hell, I even kept your resume so I could remember you.
If you'd like, I'm happy to give you some interview advice for future real interviews. But you did just fine, and you were a very enjoyable person to talk to; I was only sorry we had to stop after 30 minutes.
So tell your 'frozen-up moron' I'm sorry she missed all the fun. I had a good time.
Erik"
Regardless, it really is consoling knowing that next time, I need not worry as much because, chances are, I won't bomb it.

"Hi Liz
So Cathy Day pointed me toward your blog post about our interview. I was surprised by it. I honestly don't remember interviewing a 'frozen-up moron.' That woman never showed up. She must have been in a different room than we were.
But I remember Liz. Liz the creative writing meteorologist. Liz who works the front desk at her dorm. Liz my fellow Honors Collegian (Colleague?). Liz who understands and appreciates the glory of the Oxford Comma.
I remember thinking Liz was pretty effing awesome.
So awesome in fact, that when we were done, I emailed a friend of mine to ask him if he was still looking for interns. (He wasn't. Sorry.)
Could you have done 'better' on the interview? Sure, but we all can. We always have room to improve on any venture. (Actually, the last thing you want to be excellent at is job interviews, since it implies you've done lots and lots of them!) But you did fine and I didn't think there was anything wrong with your performances.
Just remember, interviews are about making connections. While there's a question-and-answer format to it, it's your chance to tell stories and build rapport with the interviewer. We did that, which is why you are one of only three people who truly stood out to me, and I remember even now. Hell, I even kept your resume so I could remember you.
If you'd like, I'm happy to give you some interview advice for future real interviews. But you did just fine, and you were a very enjoyable person to talk to; I was only sorry we had to stop after 30 minutes.
So tell your 'frozen-up moron' I'm sorry she missed all the fun. I had a good time.
Erik"
Floored
I have read this email about six times now.
Each time, I tear up.
I'll be honest: I'm that kind of person that no matter what I do, it's never good enough.
I'll never be perfect enough, achieve enough, be great enough, etc.
I'm just not enough.
So, to have someone like Erik say all these supremely nice things about me, someone he'd only met once, and for thirty minutes at that, is astounding.
He doesn't know how much it means to me, nor can I properly explain it.
Contemplation
It's something massive to think about.
How can two people, I being one of those two, go through the exact same thing and walk away with completely opposite opinions about what just occurred?
Not sure.
Probably has something to do with the Matrix.
Regardless, it really is consoling knowing that next time, I need not worry as much because, chances are, I won't bomb it.
Take Heed
Not only will this help me in the future, but I hope it helps others who get just as nervous.
Have some faith in yourself and realize that even if it wasn't a perfect interview, it still probably wasn't that bad.
Don't throw yourself to the side that easily.
You're not a failure, and I found that neither am I.