Career Thoughts

So, I have an interview on Monday. With Legal Aid.

My Director passed on my resume to their Director, who happened to have an opening, and she called me and asked if I wanted to interview for the position. Never one to turn down a rollicking good interview, I said “absolutely”!

And now I am pondering this – on the plus side, it’s close to my current work, I wouldn’t have to leave the OPS to take the job, since my Director said she would arrange a secondment. It pays about the same as my current position, is only for 6 months, and it has a writing aspect to it that my current job lacks. I’d be preparing speeches and news releases and feature articles and whatnot.

Also, Legal Aid is a really cool concept, and I’d be working for and with a lot of the same stakeholders we have in my government job (single mothers fighting for child support from delinquent fathers, domestic abuse cases, new immigrants, seniors living below the poverty line, persons with disabilities). So there’s that aspect of helping the community and using my communications skills to further social causes.

But on the other hand, I’d be working with lawyers all day (I sense they’re not all as cool as Paul), and I would be really probing new territory while also learning a new corporate environment. It’s one thing to change companies, it’s quite another to change companies AND learn the finer points of business writing at the same time. This ain’t LiveJournalling, kids, it’s SPEECHifying!

What do you think? Should I really push for this change?

Interview Insanity

Huzzah!

I just got a job interview at the Silver Snail, tomorrow at seven. If I get this, I’d probably work one night a week and at least one weekend day. I’d be able to grossly overindulge myself in graphic novels with my new-found discount. I’d be in comic book heaven. I’m so excited I could pee my pants, if it weren’t for my exceptional bowel control.

Now I’m kind of nervous. What if Steph doesn’t like me? I could be too geeky, or – heaven help me – not geeky enough. What if the interview involves probing questions that delve into some of the terrifying specifics of early Fantastic Four or Spiderman comics? What if I blank out and can’t remember who Doctor Octopus is? What if I say something too sassy and sarcastic and she thinks I’m a bitch? What if I AM a bitch?

Maybe I should just hide in my cubicle. I’m an old woman of 25 now, no longer cut out for the rough and tumble life of a retail sales clerk on Queen Street. Maybe I should calm down and get a grip.

Interview advice and powerful slaps across the face welcomed.