A typical question they love to ask in interviews goes
something like this: “What is your biggest weakness?” or “what are areas of
improvement in yourself?” It’s kinda a trick question. Your interviewer is not
only checking to see if you think too much of yourself but also if there are
any red flags you might let slip in the pressure of the moment. After going
through my share of interviews, I have learned how to genuinely and gracefully
this question. While I won’t reveal my interview tips and tricks, I will tell
gladly tell you one thing I recognize to my weakness multiple weaknesses…I
want to do way too much. I commit to too much. I care too much. And I want to
fix everyone’s problems.
Let me put out a disclaimer and say this is not me trying to
say gosh I’m such a bad person because I care about way too many people so
compliment me and tell me its okay.
I in no way will ever compare myself to Mother Teresa and I
can’t even compare myself to my own mother. This is a post about a weakness,
and I really don’t want your sympathy. I want to learn from my mistakes and
share them with you in the hopes that you do not make the same ones too.
When bad things happen to people I love and care about, all
their worries, fears, and stresses are added to my own list of worries, fears,
and stresses. I have yet to be a mother, but I sure do become a mother when bad
things happen to good people. I so badly want to fix the broken and heal the
hurting. I begin to worry for other people’s exams, doctors’ visits,
relationships, family drama, unemployment and credit card issues. I want people
to call me in the middle of the night when they can’t sleep or are crying or
are contemplating anorexia episodes. I want to be there for them, day or night.
On top of that, sometimes I make too many commitments. I think
I can do it all and in my mind, I can perfectly plan everything out and put
each activity and person into a time slot and think I can go and accomplish
everything… all’s in a day’s work right?
I also like responsibility. In fact, I crave responsibility.
I’ve written about it many times and I’ll say it again; I like being an adult
and I like the real world. Bring it on, reality.
And then reality comes and hits me real hard.
