I've got another interview this afternoon; one that I'm really excited about. I really feel like this opportunity may be a perfect fit for me, so cross your fingers.
Outside of the whole selling myself thing, sometimes--okay, 99 percent of the time-- I worry about the first impression; how the interviewer will sum me upon first glance.
Before the last interview I worried a lot about the clothes, knowing that I probably should have been dressed in an all-black professional suit. But after an unsuccessful and discouraging search for new business attire I went without the jacket and wore just the button down and slacks.
The problem: that attire doesn't feel like me. Which is weird because I live in patent leather loafers and cardigans. And that feels like me. But, the traditional business suit just doesn't, which when I think about it, has a lot to do with my body and trying to fit it into a traditional business suit and still look and feel good. I'll have to be okay with that for now, until I figure out what feels like me and still looks like the company that I will represent.
Today, though, I'm worried about the hair. I don't have interview hair.
First, I forgot to mention that I did it. I finally did it; I made good on my promise and wore my hair fro'd fluffy and free. And the freedom of it did feel good. I was proud of myself, especially that by the end of the day, when it had expanded from the heat and humidity to three times the size it was when I left the house, I let it be, resisting the hair ties that I'd worn around my wrist and the headband I'd tucked in my bag.
But mostly I was vulnerable and uncomfortable, as I expected. I want that to feel like me though, because it is me and my hair in all its glory.
Still, I worried about what I'd do with it today come interview time. The girls in the office all gasped at the idea of straightening it, but agreed that I should put it up. Somehow. Because as much as it's not a political statement or an act of rebellion, it's also not interview hair. Not yet. Not for this internship that I want so badly.
I've only begun fighting this battle in my personal life. I'm not even sure where to start in my professional life.
I guess I'll search for one of those interview hairstyle guides, and hope that there's one for the girls with big, fluffy, 'fros.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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4 comments:
Dude that is HAIR HAIR. Hair doesn't come with some pre-req. Wear that shait proudly and wherever you feel like it. That is all.
Thanks man! :) But, it IS a lot at first glance. It is everything that they say that your adornments shouldn't be in an interview, distracting, loud, etc. And I really want to get hired! :)
I am everything they say you shouldn't be in an interview ;) If you're going to go down in life, make sure you do it on your terms. I taught a class on ethics about such things.
:) You're right, and I think I'm finding the courage to head in the right direction. Interview hair today= afro(puff).
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