The Job. Part 1
Two and a half weeks ago, I was given an opportunity of an interview at a company I have been dreaming of working at for almost 1 year now: Webflow.
I was nervous, but I was really excited. I felt like I was the right person for the job. From the job description and my experience, I knew that it would be a perfect fit for me, and I felt like I would be picked. It was a no-brainer to me..
It was a Monday morning when I was scheduled for the interview. Thankfully, I was in the middle of releasing nurserypeople.com, and I had plenty to keep my mind on. There were a lot of things I was happy about, but every 15 minutes or so I couldn't help myself but feel my heart jump when I thought about the opportunity of working at Webflow.
Webflow had helped me become a real web developer. From the visual designer, I had learned the basics of html and css, and since had been able to work with front-end code much easier. After watching some videos of the Webflow team sharing about their experience working at Webflow, I knew that it was the type of team that I wanted to be a part of.
They all seemed to be really happy with their work, and passionate about helping others. It felt like they truly care for people, and that is what attracts me the most to any company. I have also longed to be a part of a team for months, and it seemed like this was going to be the answer to my prayers.
Although I have been grateful for the work we have been doing at Soltech, a big part of me knows that I want more than anything to be a part of a larger team. (Right now, the only full-time employee here, is me.)
The time for the interview finally came. Lauren, the interviewer was kind, and words came smoothly. I felt comfortable, and soon was sure the interview was going wonderfully. I completely forgot the main questions I had written down in my office, and asked a couple pointless ones, thinking they were what I had written.
I was probably thinking a little too much about how I was performing, and too little on how the team could benefit from me being there.
We approached the end of the interview, and Lauren asked me what I was looking for in a salary. Of course, I didn't want to say, and gave a generalization of what I had in my mind.
Then, the moment came that I will never forget.
She told me the salary they were planning to give for the position.
It was a six figure job, and I was interviewing like it was a $50,000 job.
In that moment, I started to question if I was the right person. There was no way. Or was there? Have I been undervaluing myself?
The rest of the day, my adrenaline was pumping like a freight train. Areli, my wife, and I went up to the mountains, and it felt like we were on top of the world. We prayed together, and asked God to keep me from getting the job if it wasn't right for me. Letting go of it was difficult, but to be honest I had started thinking again that I was sure to get the job.
It wasn't that difficult to let go, because I probably wasn't letting go.
To be continued...