Returning from a summer of absolutely no professional journalism reporting—especially as someone who tends to be detrimentally self-critical—I failed on so many levels while interviewing the owner of the new Limoo Tea Bar in Allston.
Sure, there were some components of my interview that may have seemed to have gone well—even impressively so, e.g., when I handed the owner the first of my new batch of business cards from Moo, after he had given me his own that also came from Moo. From an outsider’s perspective, it seemed that conversation flowed as I listened intently, as a good journalist should, asking from a list of questions and confirming facts I found through online research.
But it was all the little things that eventually dug deep and soured my already inferior mood today. And frankly, it would only make it worse if I were to list them here. In the end, I keep telling myself that the reality was better than what I have been making the interview seem. Still, I wanted near perfection but somehow ended up settling for acceptable. And that ironically wasn’t acceptable—for me at least.
One of the main irksome mistakes? I didn’t even take photos. I didn’t think about bringing my Canon. Even though photos weren’t a part of the assignment, I always take photos. And yet the combination of a sour mood and the feeling of not being myself all day resulted in a hopeless realization that I could have tried harder.
That, and the fact that I am waiting until the last 30 minutes of the day to scramble to take a photo of something. Might as well be what seems to be the only positive moment of the hour-long interview from today: the business card exchange. (He didn’t have any more copies of his Limoo one, so he offered one for his other job.)
Side note: How frustrating is life when you go from having too many photos to choose from to having none the next day? In other words, from having an awesome day to…whatever today was.