Journalist/Online Producer
It was supposed to be a mock interview set as part of this program to help people who are long term unemployed. I arrived at the place as usual, the others were there and we were all in our interview gear. Three of us chose to have it taped, but instead of going third as I thought, I ended up last and took the longest, 25 minutes, 10 more than the most. The interviewer was a man by the name of Paul Lydmon or some such and reportedly was not a mole or anything like that. Rather a real business man within the community. Having given him our desired job titles we were told that he studied up on them to ask "the right questions."
Agony awaits in the lead up to knocking on the door and entering to be filmed and interviewed. Double mass. But the taping was the easiest part of it all. There was much confusion and silence and broken speech on my part. I could feel the time ticking away slowly and deliberately. Just before the end he remarked that he was part of some consortium and that the mock interview wasn't totally mock, rather it was for a real position with a real organization. On hearing this I had questions I wanted to ask but could not bring them out and forth for all to hear. I left the room, but not before thanking him.
Three major stumbling blocks came in trying to answer what should have been simple questions. On the aspect I believe to be my failing: Perfectionism. Yet with the way I worded it I came across as an Obsessive Compulsive and he suggested I check up with my doctor. Dire. Then there was a question about why I thought I was a good journalist - I don't really, but - and I explained away and was told to stop and listen to the actual question. Then I had to explain what
The Wax Conspiracy was all about. Somehow we managed to trip lightly on CONSPIRACY THEORIES (starring Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts) and I said ENIGMA at first.
Ballistically?
On watching back the video I noticed many things, as did the rest of the class. I extend my eyebrows up the most and more often than the last one taped, but at least I had better eye contact. It seemed as though I threw my CV in his face and rocked a little when he leafed through some of my work. I tap my leg, the camera did not pick it up, but it did pick up me slamming down on the table we were talking over. The biggest thing to get attention was the fact that due to this new wisdom tooth at the lower left coming through and tearing some gums, I chewed it out manically and fervently as if it was chewing gum. I gesticulate wildly and without purpose.
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Address: Level 1, 131-135 George Street, Liverpool
Wearing: Pants and shirt with a tie that actually lined up just below the belt line and not past the crotch. Shoes with crusting Vaseline for dull shine.
Saturday, 08 March 2003 - 04:24
Unsuccessful
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