It's morning, ew. I did not want to wake up today. My alarm woke me out of a mostly sound sleep, which kind of sucked, since I had to take my Rybelsus, and now I can't have coffee for half an hour. That is a little bit painful, but I will be good.
Today is my interview, and I am nervous. I've researched everything I can. I've looked over the competency profile of the job, I've researched the IKEA Values which apparently the interview is based around, and I've thought about some buzzwords to drop in the interview to make it seem like I have a clue. Now, all there is to do is to go in and try to put it all together.
To be honest, I'm still a little uncertain whether this is a real interview or not. IKEA has taken such heat over hiring from outside rather than promoting from within, I'm not sure this isn't a pity interview, so they look good. I guess it doesn't really matter, since all I can do is try either way. I really would like the job, and I think I'd be good at it, so I'm going to try to show that.
I'm of two minds about it being in person. On one hand, it's probably harder to dismiss someone in person. On the other, I'm not great at maintaining eye contact, and I have trouble schooling my face. It's easier wearing a mask, which I will be, because if I'm in the office that fucker doesn't come off unless I'm drinking or eating.
Thankfully, my former former boss hit me up to help him out on a project yesterday afternoon, so I'll have that to work on this morning. It'll keep me busy until my interview. It's supposed to be all Sherlock Holmes deduction on what happened to these orders, but when you actually look, it's more Keystone Cops. Between the transport provider doing whatever they want, and the store not doing their fucking job, shit is fucked. I will not be surprised if I end up refunding customers who already got their order, because the documentation is that bad. Between J and I, I'm hoping to have the list done today.
J will probably be doing most of it, since I leave soon after my interview. I just couldn't see sitting there in the nice clothes all day. I'm wearing the good bra, and it is not comfy. Looks phenomenal, everything is perked up and smoothed out, but damn, I hate underwires.
Okay, I'm going to get myself together and have more coffee now. Everyone have a wonderful Thursday!
Today is my interview, and I am nervous. I've researched everything I can. I've looked over the competency profile of the job, I've researched the IKEA Values which apparently the interview is based around, and I've thought about some buzzwords to drop in the interview to make it seem like I have a clue. Now, all there is to do is to go in and try to put it all together.
To be honest, I'm still a little uncertain whether this is a real interview or not. IKEA has taken such heat over hiring from outside rather than promoting from within, I'm not sure this isn't a pity interview, so they look good. I guess it doesn't really matter, since all I can do is try either way. I really would like the job, and I think I'd be good at it, so I'm going to try to show that.
I'm of two minds about it being in person. On one hand, it's probably harder to dismiss someone in person. On the other, I'm not great at maintaining eye contact, and I have trouble schooling my face. It's easier wearing a mask, which I will be, because if I'm in the office that fucker doesn't come off unless I'm drinking or eating.
Thankfully, my former former boss hit me up to help him out on a project yesterday afternoon, so I'll have that to work on this morning. It'll keep me busy until my interview. It's supposed to be all Sherlock Holmes deduction on what happened to these orders, but when you actually look, it's more Keystone Cops. Between the transport provider doing whatever they want, and the store not doing their fucking job, shit is fucked. I will not be surprised if I end up refunding customers who already got their order, because the documentation is that bad. Between J and I, I'm hoping to have the list done today.
J will probably be doing most of it, since I leave soon after my interview. I just couldn't see sitting there in the nice clothes all day. I'm wearing the good bra, and it is not comfy. Looks phenomenal, everything is perked up and smoothed out, but damn, I hate underwires.
Okay, I'm going to get myself together and have more coffee now. Everyone have a wonderful Thursday!