I had an interview yesterday for a writer’s PA gig on a new TV show. My last few interviews have gone pretty well, so maybe I walked in a little too cocky.
It turned out to be my worst interview in years.
Part of it were elements beyond my control. While in the lobby, I heard the EP’s assistant telling the EP that he had found the perfect guy for the job. He went on and on about this guy. (“This guy” wasn’t me.) It definitely put me in my head. I’ve also never been a writer’s PA. Actors aren’t the only ones who get pigeonholed in Hollywood.
But a lot of it was my fault. The interview was boring, and I let it show. I’ve answered the question, “What do you ultimately want to do?” so many times that I could recite my answer forwards and backwards. When he asked me, “What’s your work ethic like?,” I almost laughed out loud. I’ve never been asked that before, and I couldn’t figure out what the wrong answer could possibly be. (“Uhhh, I’m lazy and I love lolcats.”)
The inanity of the question doesn’t excuse my response. I should’ve taken it in stride. I should’ve handled it like a professional.
For next time, I’ve got to do some prep. I’ve got to put some forethought into my answers. I’ve got to show that my experience fits in nicely with the responsibilities of the job I’m looking for. I’ve got to be less of a goober.