I can still remember when I went in for my first real interview for a co-op placement in high school. All dolled up by my parents, I either looked like I was going to my wedding or I was applying for early acceptance to Harvard.
I’m not sure that the hiring manager noticed that the colour of my shoes matched my belt, or that I was rocking Helvetica on my resumé, but what I know they noticed was that I was well-spoken, and looked like I knew what the hell I was talking about.
You see, this manager had bad previous experience with co-op students, and hadn’t brought anyone on to help out in the last few years because of that. I, however, came highly recommended and so the proverbial door was opened for me to seal the deal.
Needless to say, I not only got the gig, but they ended up offered