<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/3188752342582932586?origin\x3dhttps://jogirlicious.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
Y .Thursday, 3 May 2007.

The interview was ok i guess. This is like the 1st time i went for a real interview. It was 3 to 1. It wasn't as serious as i thought it would be. The 3 interviewers were nice and friendly. I guessed i looked pretty jittery cos i was like smiling nervously to myself. One of them asked me to relax. I know i wasn't that kind who would feel all so nervous during interview. so i was like damn, i would screw this up. And the fact that i actually mention that nurses' pay is very little even though they are in demand swept the smiles away from their faces. Oh gosh! What have i done. I thought i was just being honest. they replied that money's not an issue for them and all the i-would-sacrifice-anything-as-a-nurse passion. I mean frankly as much as passion is important, money's essential too. You wouldn't even have passion for anything if u dun have the money to feed yourself.

In anyway i DO applaud for their passion and noble heart- it is something i tink i need to cultivate over the years to achieve that. That was like the 1st part of the interview which i totally screwed it up. The interview continued with questions asking about my cca and obstacles faced which i just crapped through. Then they asked me out of their curiosity how would i sell myself to them. Hmm.. this question sound so familiar..especially when i asked the exact question during ogl interview. Ask me personally if u wanna know my answer haha!
anyway the interview ended with me asking them any questions. Must grab the chance to ask intelligent questions. However instead of asking something more about the course, i asked about their deepest impact they had as a nurse. What-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me? They apparently laughed and each of them actually shared their stories with me which were really touching.

After the last interviewer finished her story, they asked so do they passed the interview. HA! And i retorted back a yes. I tink i'm quite dumb sometimes,just shoot anything right out from my mouth without going through my left brain. Oh well. Just let nature takes its course.

Oh by the way nursing's my 3rd choice and i'm really confused, is it cos i couldn't make it to my 1st 2 choices hence i got my 3rd choice? It's really weird cos the interviewer asked me which one would i choose if my 1st choice and nursing were to accept me. hmm..

anyway got to prepare test questions for my kid. why do i have to say i'm gonna give her a test next lesson.oh well.
left brain is really not working.

Labels:




YYY
  • shattered -
    1:38 pm