how well do you interview?
Yesterday I interviewed back in Red-West building A, the place where I worked almost 10 years ago on music for MSN. The building has not changed (and glad I can't say the same thing about myself.) The interview went as usual. I've been offered a job where my performance was worse, and I've not been offered the job when my performance is better. So we'll see.
This morning I'm going out for a one-on-one session to find out what's tripping me up in interviews. Besides bing a prima donna with a hefty sense of entitlement, that is. I don't know what to expect, but I really do want new information, such as I have a nervous tic I never knew about, or a combination of Turrets and sympathetic obfuscatory amnesia. Perhaps it's cooties. I'll let you all know.