I went on a job interview this past week. It was interesting. I probably could have had the job, except I couldn’t give the answers she was looking for to these questions: “Are you passionate about being a switchboard operator? Is this something you can make your career?” So many things pass through my head at that point. Things like, “Are you serious? I’m 47 years old and I have lots of passions, none of them have to do with answering the phone for eight hours a day.” But those words didn’t come out of my mouth.
Instead, I said, “Excuse me?” In which she repeated, “I’m looking for someone who will be passionate about this job. Someone with experience and will love what they do and make it their career.” When she said the word “passionate” she made two fists to emphasize the word with a great deal of passion in her voice. Showing great restraint by not laughing, I replied, “Well, I can’t say I have “passion” to answer phones but I would do a good job.”
She looked disappointed. Needless to say I didn’t take the job. This was one intense individual. If she was that intense during the interview, what type of boss would she have been? If I got sick, would I be expected to come in anyway? I’ve worked for intense people who depended too much on what I do. I tell you what, it’s not worth it. I hated the job. I cried on the way to work. I dreaded Mondays because the vicious cycle would start all over again.
The other thing about this job that made me a bit uncomfortable was the big sign before entering that said, “No hand guns or weapons of any kind are allowed on these premises.” You also had to be buzzed into the building. I took note of that and said it was best I look elsewhere.
I have lots of passion for many things, unfortunately being a switchboard operator in a bad part of town is not among my list.
I’m passionate about God, about my husband and kids. I’m passionate about writing. I’m passionate about helping people. I can even be passionate about a good meal and a nice Merlot. I understand that some people are passionate about their jobs; I’ve only had only one I felt that way about. The one exception would be when I took care of my kids when they were little and I didn't work outside the home. That I had passion for that in a big way. Other than that for me a job is a job. It’s a way to pay the bills.
So tell me; Are you passionate about your job? What are you passionate about?
© Nadine Zawacki 2008