Non-Starter. (Non-Main Course and Non-Dessert… for that matter…)
My first ever job interview was to work in the kitchens of an infectious diseases unit. Armed with my Inverness College 1993 Basic Food Hygiene Certificate and a poorly thought-through out-fit, I set off to dip my toe into the bain-marie of work. Half-heartedly.
My mind is trying its best to prevent me from remembering precisely what I wore, but the images are becoming all too clear against my will. I have a horrible feeling that I was wearing kitten-heeled tan suede court shoes and a navy-blue sailor skirt *grimacing* and maybe a matching jacket? *fingers crossed hoping not*. I suspect I may have been wearing a crepe, floral blouse with big buttons. *Weep*
I don’t know how I was trying to look. Like I have clothes on? What do prospective kitchen staff wear to an interview? Should I have donned a towering chef’s hat? Or looked really clean? I don’t know. So instead I went dressed up as a style-free teenager dressed as a middle-aged office worker with no taste… but let’s move on…
The whole thing was flawed from the outset. It was a summer job I was going for, during one of my student summers. If truth be told, I already had plans. I don’t know why I thought they would give me a fortnight off during a seven week job, but I thought it worth asking… apparently not.
My interview technique has not improved much since then. It took me thirteen interviews to get my current job and I am not planning to ever be interviewed again. I think the stress of selecting an inappropriate outfit would be too much for me. I shudder to think what I’d pick.