How not to make a good first impression
Today was the first day that us interns and vagabonds were introduced to the CEO and founder of the company. Now in one way we are already very familiar with him – his face is on every box of shoes, he was the runner up on an American reality TV show, he dates a movie star, has been written about in People and Time magazine and has many famous friends and admirers such as Bill Clinton. But in another way we know him very little. Of the whole four weeks that we have been working there, he has only been in the office for one or two days.
So it was with some excitement that we would finally get to meet him, and the introduction had it’s own climactic build up – first being shifted from Monday at 12:00 to Wednesday at 2:00 to Wednesday at 4:00. Now, upon meeting someone who is of such importance it would sort of be nice to make a good first impression. I was just planning on keeping what I had to say simple and consise – relying on my charming Australian accent to make me memorable enough to one day land a full time job. I didn’t want to flounder my words up and make a goose of myself – couldn’t get any worse than that right? Wrong.
As it turns out I made him look like a bit of a goose and me look like a dry witted cocky twat. We started off naming who we were, where we were from and how we heard about the company. After I mentioned I was from Australia, he said that he’d recently been to Cooper Pedi, I said that it was a bit of a hole. He said that he’d stayed under ground, and there was an awkward pause. I could only fill it with ‘that was a joke’. Everyone laughed and he apologised for being slow.
Later on he mentioned that a certain website was Australian, I said ‘oh’ (what else can you say) this prompted many laughs from everyone as it sounded to them like I really didn’t care.
These two instances would have been alright, but this third one just popped out of my mouth before I could really think it through, and I sort of feel a little bad about it.
Adam asked what it was like to live on a boat. He replied that he thought it was great and that it was really cleansing letting go of lots of material posessions and living in a more basic fashion. I then asked where he parked his Porsche. Everyone laughed, including my direct boss who tried to keep a straight face. He then answered the question (in a garage) without giving me any eye contact. Oops.
So I guess if you make yourself look silly then you feel bad and the other person might feel pity for you, but if you make the other person look silly then they feel bad, and probably aren’t all that taken with you in any way shape or form…