"Ni Tu, Ni Nadie" by Moenia

"Do you see yourself doing desktop support ten years from now?" said one interviewer to me.
"No, I don't," I said.

This is a really stupid question. This interviewer had a mole in an awkward place on his face, and hair that sprouted incorrigibly.

"It's clear that you are confident about your communication skills, but how are your troubleshooting skills?"
"They're fine."
"So can you tell us how you solve a problem."
"What kind?"
"Any kind."

Like how to open the lid of a jar that won't budge? Or how to deal with heat exhaustion? Or how to make yourself happy when you're blue? This interviewer, I realized, was placed as The Bad Cop and my answers were less important than how I dealt with his attitude.

I like interviewing because it is like a very fast chess game. The moves are irreversible and you've got a bunch of weapons--knights, humor, rooks, assertiveness, bishops, charm--to win the game. Capturing their queen is addressing their biggest concern about your qualifications; knowing you've left no doubt in their mind is when their king can no longer move.

I just have two more interviews left for this company, which will bring the grand total to 10. I will be meeting with big wigs. They will be scheduling it for the morning, which means another sleepless night of anxiety, more rehearsing answers out loud in the dark.