Where's my mojo?
Not wanting to sound like I am tooting my own horn, but when it is crunch time, I inevitably can turn on my charm and impress the person I am engaging to tip things in my favour. It can even be considered being flirty (with women... duh!!!) when prudes are judging me.
This is especially important for my job as I am in the business of selling.
I sell my company, I sell my company's services, I sell trust and assurance, I sell an image, and very importantly, I sell myself.
Who makes the difference between your competitor and the company you work for? You.
Simply put - People buy from people they like even if it costs slightly more, even if there is a cheaper alternative available.
At my best, I have successfully charmed both men and women who vary a great deal in terms of their background, age, positions, and character. When I don my "power" shirt (you must be crazy to wear a suit in the hot afternoon in sunny Singapore), I am focused to show the various sides of me that would sit well with the person I am in contact. That is not to say that I am being hypocritical. I am just emphasizing certain aspects of me more to make things happen, but if I don't have, I NEVER fake it.
But I think I lost it today.
Being at one of the most important interviews in my career till date, I was prepared to answer any questions thrown at me...
I performed my due diligence on the company
I put on one of my favourite outfits that made me look sharp
I styled my hair to my satisfaction
I sprayed a refreshing scent that sits well without being too strong
I wore a smile on my face even though the interviewer was 30mins late
I brought on my "A" game to batting cage
But somehow I got the feeling that I batted out
It was as if she had already decided against me without giving me a chance to speak and impress her
My death sentence had already been meted out
Sentenced to death without any reprieve
The interviewer's body language was limpid
Her voice and tone was cold and harsh
Her facial expression was non-existent (maybe she just botoxed her face 10mins before seeing me? haha I wish it was so simple)
Even light-hearted banter elicited nothing out of her
Not willing to give up, I asked her, "Based on the short interaction that we had, how suitable do you deem me for the position?", "Do you think that I would be a good fit for the culture here?" Still I got nothing from her but diplomatically correct answers.
If only I could read her body language to know if I had stood a chance for the position that I really want.
This woman is the Mother of all Ice Queens I have met.
This is the one Ice Queen that I didn't manage to thaw... and that feeling sucks...
I think I struck out. Damn, I may have just lost the job that I really want. I need to find my mojo.
This is especially important for my job as I am in the business of selling.
I sell my company, I sell my company's services, I sell trust and assurance, I sell an image, and very importantly, I sell myself.
Who makes the difference between your competitor and the company you work for? You.
Simply put - People buy from people they like even if it costs slightly more, even if there is a cheaper alternative available.
At my best, I have successfully charmed both men and women who vary a great deal in terms of their background, age, positions, and character. When I don my "power" shirt (you must be crazy to wear a suit in the hot afternoon in sunny Singapore), I am focused to show the various sides of me that would sit well with the person I am in contact. That is not to say that I am being hypocritical. I am just emphasizing certain aspects of me more to make things happen, but if I don't have, I NEVER fake it.
But I think I lost it today.
Being at one of the most important interviews in my career till date, I was prepared to answer any questions thrown at me...
I performed my due diligence on the company
I put on one of my favourite outfits that made me look sharp
I styled my hair to my satisfaction
I sprayed a refreshing scent that sits well without being too strong
I wore a smile on my face even though the interviewer was 30mins late
I brought on my "A" game to batting cage
But somehow I got the feeling that I batted out
It was as if she had already decided against me without giving me a chance to speak and impress her
My death sentence had already been meted out
Sentenced to death without any reprieve
The interviewer's body language was limpid
Her voice and tone was cold and harsh
Her facial expression was non-existent (maybe she just botoxed her face 10mins before seeing me? haha I wish it was so simple)
Even light-hearted banter elicited nothing out of her
Not willing to give up, I asked her, "Based on the short interaction that we had, how suitable do you deem me for the position?", "Do you think that I would be a good fit for the culture here?" Still I got nothing from her but diplomatically correct answers.
If only I could read her body language to know if I had stood a chance for the position that I really want.
This woman is the Mother of all Ice Queens I have met.
This is the one Ice Queen that I didn't manage to thaw... and that feeling sucks...
I think I struck out. Damn, I may have just lost the job that I really want. I need to find my mojo.
posted by homme_dec at 8:25 PM
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