I’ll add 2 essential categories to this list-openers and closers: Let’s dive in! The 6 Types of Interview QuestionsĪccording to The Seek Group, there are 4 types of interview questions.
“I Would Love To Hear About Your Proudest Professional Moment.”.“What Are the Traits of Your Ideal Manager or Boss?”.“Imagine You’re the Manager and Your New Subordinate Keeps Disrespecting You.“How Do You Deal With Stressful Situations?”.“If You Suddenly Had 3 Deadlines to Finish in One Day, But Could Only Finish 2 of Them, What Would You Do?”.“Is Your Work Personality Different From Your Home Personality or Your Social Personality? In What Ways?”.
“What’s Your Personal Passion Project?”.She told me Love happens in unexpected ways and often doesn’t look like what we imagined, and on a Saturday, amidst the busy, I paused, took a breath and understood you - for that brief infinity when your eyes whispered, “stay”, my universe expanded. My mother told me once it’s rare to find a man who will work with you to achieve dreams.
Your eyes drift shut against the torrent of information pouring fourth because complacency breeds a whole new set of problems, like falling behind, you tell me to stop worrying because love doesn’t have to mean the end and I believe you, on Saturday, in your arms when you place tender kiss upon my forehead, cradling me as I cradle my work. We got bills to pay and lives to keep and dreams to worry about
Last Saturday, you sat haloed in sunshine on my window seat, watching as I pushed shirt after suit into suitcases, packing for another meeting, another headache, another way I don’t know how to stop, and as I darted by, arms cradling files, you stood up, arms barricading me in to an embrace, so much needed. Definitions, breed expectations and expectations induce worries. I laugh because you know how to pull me out of fugue statesĪnd I think this could be love but you tell me it doesn’t have to have definitions. Your pen pauses, mid-scratch lining blue against white, teeth biting against bottom lip - a glance, a glance! our eyes meet across artless panels, your lips quirk into a bunny-like smirk, eyes crossing. I push on the pull door that holds us prisoner, taxing imagination, in happy deficit. Heaviness lies in your eyes that used to sparkle brighter than the fluorescent lights hanging overhead stripping remaining romance. We got bills to pay and mouths to feed and thoughts to worry about.