
If you’re one of those people that do not perform well at interviews, take a seat. I’d like to form a club. Support Group. Whatever.
It’s not just that the majority of interviews throughout my life have left me a sweaty, confounded mess of stammers and regret. I have somehow managed to remain employed for most of my adult life, so my perception is a little skewed on this.
But that doesn’t mean I get to enjoy the process of something that consequently puts food on the table. Introverts do not thrive under the spotlight. It makes our social make-up run down our psyche in messy beads of dread.
And if you have ever clammed up after a particularly left-field question then you have my undying sympathy.

