My job interview caused a stroke

As some may know, I am working on my PhD right now and juggling a family and other responsibilities, so it is safe to assume that I am pretty sharp about certain things.

Image by! Yes there is a but! I analyze myself daily and I know exactly how I work, how I think, and how I react. Job interviews are not the best settings for me to shine. Lol The last interview I had was so horrible I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry it was so
funny and devastating. It was a phone interview. I know you are thinking. Really? A phone interview? I can do that on the toilet while smoking a blunt? Well, as I said before, job interviews are not the the optimum settings for me to shine, it’s like the clouds are generating some serious shaderade on a sistah.

I won’t go into the entire interview, but they asked whether I had any programming experience, and I have but I think I suffered an anxiety-stroke attack ( made up condition) that shut down my brain and just anythang  fell out of my mouth. “I sponsored a Diva Day.” Soon as the words Diva and Day fell out of my mouth I knew these people thought I was crazy. Then they wanted me to elaborate on the nonsense, but I think they just wanted some entertainment. They knew it was ridiculous, I knew it was ridiculous, why continue highlighting this critical mistake? I explained that “Diva Day” was a Friday appreciation day for the office. I decorated the tables pink and black and brought cakes and other sweets for us to snack on all day. I boosted morale and it gave the staff an excuse to eat devil’s food for eight hours.

Y’all, those people were speechless!!!! and ready to get off that phone so quick after that explanation. I guess I can’t blame them, I’m from the deep south so I sound very different from what they are used to here in California. (Silly Southern Gal)

For the prudes, sometimes I make up my own words or spellings because its my blog and I can do that, OK, thank you!



  1. I know how you feel! I am in the process of trying to find a special education teaching job… but interviewing just is NOT my best skill! Phone interviews suck almost worse than in person ones, because you can’t even see the other person to try to gauge their reactions to what you say. In my perfect world, the interviewer would email me a list of questions ahead of time, so I could think out my answers and be prepared… instead of a surprise attack every time!


  2. Well in my opinion, next time just take a deep breaths before you answer questions and do a mock interview the an Employer (your Husband) is a great choice- next time I think you’ll nail it!


    1. Girl, they meant organizing events. That was the only explanation that came to mind because my disorder “I suck at job interviews” Disorder, kicked in full throttle and I just couldn’t pull through.


  3. I was a social worker for almost 8yrs. We used to look at pictures of ourselves (from when we first started) and laugh at how different we all were. Very stressful job-very little praise-everyone is critical-and every case really is life or death. The media never highlights the good social workers, and, when presenting info on the “bad” always manages to omit crucial info ( i e the social worker involoved hd 785 children on her caseload because of budget cuts etc). Anyways, I said all of that to say that part of what I absolutely loved about your post is that as social workers we found any and every excuse to eat. I remember running away from a co-worker who was trying to tempt me on with tasty treats on the first day of my new diet. We still laugh about this bc I ran right into someone sharing a box of doughnuts.

    As far as being nervous on job interviews – I can relate to that too. My worst one – interviewing to teach a course in African American history at the local JC. Question: “Do you have any experience? Response: Yes, I’ve been black my whole life. I have black parents, a black sister, and most of my good friends are black.” The man had a difficult time holding in his laughter as he then said “Teaching – do you have any experience teaching?” I didn’t get the job- but I am almost certain he (nor I) will ever forget that day.


    1. I am so glad that you shared your story highlighting just a small portion of the social work environment because there is a lot of reasons for food to be around. The birthdays, staff meetings, sometimes its just because. We must keep a sometimes depressing environment enjoyable or we won’t be able to do our jobs. And you are right, social workers are not appreciated and for some reason, the government continues to cut funds from agencies that protect children. I never understood the purpose of this but when a child is hurt or worse, the social worker is blamed and not the government who denied the resources for the SW to do her job.

      Thank you for sharing your job interview story. Oh my gosh! I laughed so hard when I read it. I guess I’m not the only one with a story. I appreciate it dearly!


  4. I completely understand those nervous anxieties that fly in our mind blocking clear thought when we really want something and our trying to communicate. While the answer did not work for today, at least you managed to tell the story of something that you did accomplish. So much better than mumbling or a coughing fit.


  5. Hi Southern Gal, thanks for introducing yourself by following our site. Good luck with yours, your PhD and your family. You have a lot on your plate but you appear to be handling it gracefully, despite the job interviews! If you’re on facebook we invite you to visit the RAXA Collective page as well. see you there!


  6. Oh, I can relate to the job interview stress. (A couple years ago, I actually wrote a funny/embarrassing post about my very first job interview at a fast food restaurant. It was intended for my ten or so regular readers, but of course, because it was humiliating, it was featured on Freshly Pressed!)

    Your Diva Day doesn’t sound that bad to me. Probably because I actually botched a phone interview as well. I thought I did okay, until they threw one question at me: “What do you do for fun?” I was stumped. The thing is, my son was two months old and there wasn’t much fun being had. I told them that I like to read and then proceeded to ramble on about how my fun was pretty much changing diapers, taking care of a baby, etc. I’m shocked they never called me in for a real interview 🙂

    Medicine has made great advances. Maybe they’ll think of an “interview pill” that would make us nervous types come off all confident and smooth?


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