Nothing but the truth
’m a warts-and-all type of girl. Ask me a question and I’m brutally honest – often to the point where I make people flinch. I think I’m missing the flimflam gene that most people use to dodge the truth. When my friend was upset as her children were not invited to a colleague’s wedding, I reminded her that her two little boys had deliberately run all over the bride’s train in their muddy shoes at the last one they attended. And when my mother asked if I liked her new (very short) hair cut, I told her it made her look older – and just like my grandmother. Needless to say she quickly grew it back.
I would never lie to get my dream job. Asked during my interview for Friday why I left one powerhouse company in London, I admitted I couldn’t work for a boss with megalomaniacal tendencies, even if he was one of the most successful publishers in the city.
My answer would have horrified the HR professionals quoted in our article on who say that an interview is “not the place to be yourself.” Often you have to “fake it to make it,” according to the experts, but is that about omission, self-confidence, exaggeration, or telling fibs? Let me know what you think!
Until next week,