Workin' it...er, maybe not.

So I had an interview for a part-time job at a salon. I haven't been on a professional interview in over two years, and my skills, to be kind, may have been "rusty".

I first met with the owner. She asked some simple questions about my duties at the jobs listed on my resume, then went into Double Jeopardy -

"Which one of these jobs required the most teamwork?"
Easy - managing a coffee shop in college. With 5 managers and 25 employees, I learned to pitch in and manage personalities to get things done.

"Which one of these jobs was the most stressful, and why?"
Easy - being an agent's assistant at a Beverly Hills talent agency, because your job was never done, and came home with you - your boss calling at 9pm to ask about a task from the day.
(True story - 9pm phone rings "Hey, it's J".
I think it's some guy I met at a bar, so switch to sexy voice "J?"
"Yeah, did you send that fax to Elliot Gould?"
or, the other agent who called Saturday during the day before the Oscars to find out which restaurant the Dreamworks party was at. I had given him a printed out notecard with all of his party information on it, but he had lost it and he didn't want to call any of his coworkers to ask them, even though they were all going to the same parties.)

"How did you deal with the stress?"
"I used to drink alot" BUZZ!
I recovered with something about not internalizing things out of my control and staying on top of the things that were. And they did call me in for a second interview, but I'm pretty sure the girl who got the job didn't admit to a misspent youth.