You know when you go to interviews and they ask you a bunch of seemingly irrelevant questions?
“Name your worst quality,” is an excuse to make something that is only a little bad be an asset to them. My answer to this is that I can be a little too nit-picky. Who doesn’t love someone who’s detail oriented? Wait until they proofread that memo of yours, then you won’t love them as much.
Anyway, another annoying question that interviewers ask is, “Where do you want to be in five years?” The correct answer needs to involve the company with which you’re interviewing, right? “I want to have your job!”
That’s something not to say.
Sean talks about what he wants/expects for his future a lot. Not too much, maybe a moderate amount. I usually sit and listen, adding in the mandatory “Uh huhs” and what not. Then he always asks, “Well, don’t you have an idea of where you want you life to be five or ten years from now?”
The truth is no. It’s generally hard for me to quantify time. What used to seem like forever is now flying by. Ten years ago I was 12. When I was 12 did I see myself where I am now? No.
But when I was 12 I thought I’d be a superstar singer or an actress by now. I’m not ashamed to admit it.
And even a year ago, I thought my life would be a lot different now. So, I can’t imagine planning 5 years ahead. It seems like I’m just going with the flow now because my attempt at planning last time failed miserably. I thought I’d be in graduate school, prepping to become and English professor.
Now, I’m not so sure that’s even what I want.
I’m not so sure what I want now.
So I don’t plan five years ahead. I don’t know what to expect in the next five years. And I don’t know what I want to expect, either.