Right now, I’m going through the interview process as I look for a job. The interview itself never bothers me. I know that I am a strangely likable person who can at times posses eloquence and insight beyond what even my brain comprehends, and I know I am a super capable employee that has just about rocked everything I’ve ever done. The part of the process I don’t care for is the dreaded question…
“So tell me a little bit about yourself.”
Where do I start? How little is too little? How much is too much? How do I cram my being into a ten sentence paragraph that would sate the questioner? How do I tell you who I am with out you staring at me wide eyed across the conference room table at my candidness?
You see, (and if you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time you know it to be true) I lay things out on the line. I am who I am and I’m not shamed of that. I’ve probably never been ashamed of who I am in my whole entire life. I do crazy things, I say things that make my father in law shake his head in wonder, I embarrass myself often and loudly, I love deep, and I rarely hate a thing (except kale. Kale needs to stay the hell out of my salad). I am super sensitive and caring but I also have become a pretty excellent student of “letting it go.” Frankly, I live hard and I live full. I grab opportunities wherever I see them, I talk to strangers, and smile at people in the grocery store for no reason than I am compelled to do so. I often let people go ahead of me in traffic and wave my thanks to drivers who let me in. I have a steal trap memory and know that my first boyfriend’s (ever) birthday was July 6th and that my good friend’s ex girlfriend was the day after. I can identify breeds of dogs just by looking at them and even probably tell you a little about their personality. I dislike cooking but love baking even though I rarely eat what I bake. I have played 4th chair violin in Carnegie Hall, and moved across the country numerous times. I know hard work pays off but am afraid to toot my own horn even though I believe I’m pretty damn great. I have a million thoughts running through my head at any one moment and knit so that I won’t implode on myself. I know how to knit, crochet, spin, clean & card wool, I know how to warp a loom as well as operate a jack hammer. My favorite tool will always be a hammer drill because I appreciate anything that can drill through concrete with ease. I have more respect for a former foreman of mine for being able to run through a job site with 150 pounds in each hand that I ever did for people I knew that made close to $50,000 a month. I’m wicked good at math, understand people’s motivations, know how to change my own tires and oil as well as how to make a proper biscuit joint. I appreciate dove tail joins in drawers, super ugly fish, cast iron anything, and Red Rooster hot sauce in my chicken soup. I spend most of my recent days with some form of poo and mud on me. I kiss my goats as well as my dogs and my husband (though not at the same time and the Mr is the only one to get lip action 😉 )
I have chased my sheep over miles and marveled at the kindness of strangers. It takes me months (sometimes longer) to believe that a person truly likes me and I rarely invite anyone to my home.
I am more than a five second blurb so I usually say something like…”I hobby farm with my husband and I love being outside.” I always feel like that’s cheating though.