Yesterday could have very well been my own personal version of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
It began with what felt like I absolutely bombed an interview for one of the few shows on air I truly want to produce. After a slew of insert-foot-in-mouth moments, the painful interview was over. In hindsight, I was not at all prepared. Thinking back to my days in D.C. and my interview for my communications job, I dazzled my way through interviews with six different people over four hours at the firm, fielding my way through the labyrinth of brainteaser interview questions (the ones for which the likes of Microsoft and Google are notorious). Interviewing in television is so much more laid back – interviews typically consist of a more in-depth explanation of your resume followed by the standard “what are your strengths and weaknesses” type of questions, and I clearly had let my guard down too much. I walked back to my car on the Universal lot defeated, the shame of my babbling all over my face.
I drove to my favorite local coffee haunt, knowing the girls and my latte would put me in a better mood. Now let me just say that this coffee house is a bit like going to Cheers. I’m definitely classified as a regular, and some of these girls probably know more about my life than most relatives. Case in point, I took my mom there to meet the crew when she was in town for Thanksgiving.
Heading up to the counter I joked with the girls about blowing my interviewing and needing a double – double decaf, my drug of choice. While I was waiting for my coffee, two charming guys to my left complimented the bright blue glasses I had on at the time. I quickly learned that they are also in the business, so we had a twenty minute conversation about the ups and downs of tv and film, while I sipped my coffee.
It was amazing how quickly some friendly conversation with friends, some new, some old, pulled me out of my funk. I walked out of the shop, light on my feet, ready for anything else the day wanted to throw at me.
While, yes, the interview could have certainly gone better, it wasn’t worth allowing that 20-minute span to sully my entire day. Hell, it was only 11:30..that’s a lot of day left. And who knows, we are always our worst critics. Maybe they didn’t feel my nervous energy. Maybe I came off cool as a cucumber — witty, humorous, and knowledgable. All I know is that my conscious effort to not let my morning ruin the rest of my day, resulted in some pretty incredible moments. Like this blog now being read in Japan. Or several new Instagram followers. Or the awesome nap I took during the storm with my beloved pup Archie. All in all, not too shabby for a rainy December day.
JACKET: ANN TAYLOR | SWEATER: BANANA REPUBLIC | PANTS: BELLA DAHL | HANDBAG: BOUGHT IN A STREET MARKET IN FLORENCE | BOOTS: FRYE VIA NORDSTROM | SUNGLASSES: RAY-BAN VIA BLOOMINDALE’S | BRACELET: MADEWELL | RING: H&M | NAILS: | L’OREAL ‘SWEET NOTHINGS’
Photos by Mike Avery