So, I’m hiring an assistant. This isn’t about the people I’ve interviewed, their greatness (or lack) thereof, or notes on why people should never, ever use text-speak when applying for a job. (Example: u wud luv me! My desired response: wtf? no way!) This is about how hard it is, really hard, to take the pile of prospects and commit yourself to a choice.
Say what you want about Lady Gaga, but if there was ever someone 100% committed she’s it. She is the pinnacle example of commitment as she has committed, full part and parcel, to Lady Gaga. Egg and all. (Plus, she agreed to a Weird Al parody recently, so she’s just gone up one more level in my book.) To trust and believe in yourself so much that you will commit like that, it’s incredible. So to sit with my little pile of prospects and realize that I, too, must commit…
I’m scared to pieces.
Not that these people aren’t great. In fact, those who I wasn’t too keen on each got the rejection, followed by the key aspect of their interview that I thought was a strong point for them. I don’t like to leave a bad taste, seeing that I’ve been in their shoes at one point or another. I’m not one that enjoys the destruction of dreams, I would rather an individual walk away saying, “At least they saw something in me, it wasn’t meant to be.” then, “I hate them all. Burn like the bed in Bad Romance! BURN!”
So after what would best be described as a blitz of faces and voices the little pile o’ choices is sitting in front of me, and I’m awaiting their response to book them back in to the office. Once they come, it will be commitment time. I will own this decision, and hopefully it will be a good one.
It’s not easy to be in this place. It’s great and it’s awful. But, in the hopes of Lady Gaga, “I’m on the right track, baby…”