Experience Required

Yesterday was a big day for NibsnInk, who had a job interview at her dream company!  After sending lots of good vibes and mental sparkles her way, I got to thinking about my own interview mind set again.  


As you all know, my current place of employment is somewhere between the sixth circle of hell and a Justin Beiber concert on the Beetle Scale of Torture.  (Meaning I'm always job hunting.)  Like every other 20-something who graduated with a liberal arts degree, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life and want to work in non-profits.  Since my cover letters would put people on speed to sleep, if I even get an interview, I do my happy dance.  (You should see it, it's great.  A cross between the Liz Lemon dance and the ballin' little kid in this Aloe Blacc video.)   


Once I actually get the interview, I freak the crap out and go into zombie-mode.  It's like everything in my head filters into the Recycle Bin and I can't even answer the most basic questions.  It goes a little something like this:


Interviewer:  What would you say is your greatest accomplishment? 
Me: Uhh.. mm.. guh... Turtles.  No wait!  I can play the piano.  You're pretty.  I like shiny things. 

(courtesy of  entrepremom.com)

On my last interview, I even took some Valerian for the anxiety, and I still didn't get it.  


Note to self:  Drugging doesn't quell the crazy within me.  (Note to all:  This isn't actually a drug.  They give it to kids to help them sleep.  That's right.  I go balls to the wall, pre-school style.)


Obviously this is a work in progress.  I've been trying to prep questions in advance, practice responses, everything. 


What are your interview practices?  Do you get nervous?  Leave us your comments and tips below!     
-Beetle, xx