Over the past three weeks, I have jumped head-first into the world of work. With dozens of applications and about 10 interviews, I believe I can make a living by being a professional interviewee. I know how to answer every question thrown my way with examples and results. Not to mention the fact that every office manager hears me talk about Peace Corps and instantly wants to hear more. It’s like crack for those in an office setting.
But today threw me a bit. In an interview this morning, one of my interviewers filled up a ten-minute interruption with a discussion about books about professional development. I asked him to name a few. Most of them made sense. How to Become CEO. Outliers: The Story of Success. I could understand why he was sharing this information with me. As a young man just out of the Peace Corps and looking to start a career, I am prime yet raw. Molding is what will turn me into a good employee. But then he recommended his favorite book. The Art of War. I’ve spent a great deal of my day contemplating whether or not I want to read this book and whether or not I would ever want to apply it in an office setting. I also took a personality test which told me I am INFJ…which explains why I overthought the conversation. So….I wrote a short poem. Because that’s what I do. So there.
Until Next Time. Enjoy.