I went for a job interview yesterday. It was arranged through an agency and for a receptionist job, so I wasn’t particularly worried about it. I need a job, ASAP, to start bringing in some money, and now that I have finally, after six months of hell, been released from my contract I can at last get out there and consider, research and develop a new career. At the moment I am looking for anything, I’m not fussy about work, never have been.
So, after dropping my daughter off at school I walked on to the interview. Dressed up in heels and a skirt (which I haven’t worn for a while) I felt like a fake – this did not feel like me. Recently I have become more used to jeans or yoga gear – faking the life of a yummy mummy with a dishy husband to pay all the bills. The job is for a company that I think is “worthwhile” – they provide housing and housing support to people across the country.
The interview lasted less than 15 minutes and consisted of typical questions about experience, which I obviously have none of not having worked as a receptionist for god knows how many years. So I tried to link my experience in education to talking to customers and using Microsoft office packages. I did feel like a bit of a fraud.
(I haven’t yet heard anything from my agency so what I am about to winge about isn’t through bitterness for not getting the job.) The women who led the interview were perhaps my age or a bit younger and I felt as though as soon as I asked for a bit of flexibility for my daughter’s sake I had suggested that they were shit at their job. The job starts at 9am, it is a back reception job, working within a team – I asked if I could perhaps be a few minutes late, not half an hour just literally two minutes, as I would be dropping my daughter at school and then walking on from there. But no, I had to be there at exactly 9am, not a minute earlier, not a minute earlier. So much for flexible work. No wonder it is so bloody hard for single parents to get back to work or find a job that can be fitted around the family.
Since I left my last job, i have realised I am in no way willing to sacrifice my daughter or my own life and mental wellbeing for my work. God knows how I will make it work, but I will make it work. I know some incredibly inspirational women who do, so why the bloody hell can’t I?!