She asked, “Where do you see yourself fifteen years from now?”
I said, “Retired.”
She laughed. I wasn’t joking.
She repeated the question. I replied with the same answer. She didn’t like it.
“OK… Where do you see yourself five years from now?”
“Owner of a multi-million dollar business that is going to retire me.”
She gave me a dirty look. I was being honest.
The interview went on. My answers got better. She seemed to like them more and more. I had all the credentials she was looking for and then some. She was impressed. I didn’t get the job.
Her exact words were, “You are delusional and incapable of living in the real world. You will never make it in life. You need to be realistic and stop living in the clouds.”
I took her insults with a smile. But she kept going. Bashing me. Insulting me. Demeaning me. It was getting harder and harder to smile. She hurt my pride. I bit my tongue. I didn’t feel resentment. I liked the lady.
In fact, I felt sorry for her. I saw pain in her eyes and sadness on her face.
I thanked her for her time and left.
My mom asked, “How did the interview go?”
“It was motivating.”
I was broke and unemployed.
The years have passed, life has changed, and the world is so much better now than it was back then.
I guess I told you all the above to say this…
The above was my last ever job interview. I haven’t needed a job since.
In other words…
You deal with naysayers by making them eat their words.