Thursday, April 26, 2012
A few weeks ago I did something that still makes me cringe.
I had a job interview via video chat. (Above, I'm making my I hope this isn't too awkward face/admiring the awesome thing I somehow managed to make my hair do.)
The first thing I was asked: Tell me a little about yourself.
The first thing I said -- and this is the cringey part -- Well, my husband is in medical school.
That was the first thing I said. About myself.
Anything would have been better than that, right? I sometimes call my dog Stinkerton McDoodleface.. I learned how to burp on command when I was 11. I eat a peanut butter and banana sandwich every day for lunch. My dream karaoke song is "Kiss From a Rose". I have a birthmark on my knee and one directly behind it on the back of my knee, and when I was little I thought it had bled through.
We live in a city that feels smaller than it really is. The city is saturated with people in the medical field, and when anyone I meet hears that I'm married to a medical student, they want to know more. They want to know everything about him and usually nothing about me, except for the occasional Why aren't you in med school?
I've gotten used to it. Apparently so used to it that I've decided to give in and just skip the small talk about myself and get right to the "good" stuff.
To be fair to myself, when I led with that tidbit about Y, I was trying to explain why I would be in Minneapolis in the first place. But the fact that I brought it up in that way is so telling, and a great reminder of why I'm excited for a change - a chance to go somewhere where medicine doesn't suffocate me, where I can make friends who have absolutely nothing to do with medicine whatsoever.
My faux pas couldn't have been that bad though, considering I got the job! It must have been the awesome thing I somehow managed to make my hair do.