Here we go to the interview. We know our parts and we will remember our talking points. I will ride seven hours to speak ten minutes as part of our team. First impressions are everything. What will they think?
It would be so much simpler if we were selling vacuum cleaners; the format fits: tell us who you are in a half hour or less. Unpack my traveling case, show them the genuine steel parts and the lifetime warrantee with its official looking seal. My product will last longer and perform better than the next guy’s. They’ll trust my smile and my firm handshake.
What will they think of what I actually have for them; something they cannot yet see, my big Ask: can they trust me with a journey? What will they think when I ask them to believe they don’t know what they need yet, and they need it so badly! How presumptuous of me. This is a delicate matter.
I know only one way. I will be a truth they witness. Will they care? I can’t bear their responsibility. I can only open a door. It is their choice whether to see through.
We present, the crowd listens. No validation here. How did we do? Relief and nervous talk after the interview, “I think we did great!” I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone light up, and that is common. We won’t know for weeks.
Still I do have a nice smile and handshake, excepting the walnut stains on my fingernails.
I take the long ride home and go to bed late.
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