....And Then I Bought French Toast

So the job interview was yesterday.

It went well. I mean I answered truthfully and earnestly and gave my all. But post interview thoughts always seem to linger.

Towards the beginning of the interview the literary agent commented on two things. That a) i have extensive sales experience and b) why am i choosing to leave Le Sad Store instead of, perhaps, making a career out of it.

24 hours and a sleepless night later, I am still not sure why these two questions bother me. I don't know if he was trying to catch me off guard to invoke a negative response about my feelings toward Le Sad Store. Interesting tactic but I can see why he would do so

I didn't of course. I said something along the lines of 'a career in sales has not be an interest of mine because of my overall passion for finding new writers and the stories they have to tell' and 'while Le Sad Store continues to be a learning experience, it is time for me to utilize what I have learned there along with my previous two internships in an environment more tailored to my professional goals".

He was impressed with this answer and then admitted that he too had worked at a Le Sad Store after graduating college. That while he was there no longer than a year what he learned there was a benefit and my time there has been one two evident by my knowledge of the market and interest in stories from many genres.

The rest of the interview went along well. I talked about my love of engaging stories and desire to play a part in developing new time while maintaining existing relationships with the clients now represented there.

I left the interview feeling that I did my best. And at this point I am grateful for that. I am not sure what the next steps in the interviewing process will be. The position is for immediate hire so I may or may not hear something back in a matter of days.

I of course was exhausted from the time spent talking about myself. The night before I promised myself that if I did a great job on my interview I would grab brunch for myself at a cafe I have been eyeing for weeks via their website.

So yeah, minutes after potentially scoring the entry level job of my 'need to make enough money to live in new york' dreams with a pretty cool literary agency, I made a bee-line for french toast. And hopefully, as it is only a block away from the agency, I can make a habit of going there on lunch breaks.

Hopefully.

Beckett