Where do you see yourself in five years?
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
No matter how many times I’ve answered that question, I’ve never gotten it right.
There is no right or wrong answer; I hear the personnel manager saying,but there must be as I never got the job.
It matters not to me today.
“Who knows?” I would say now.”I’m not a great omnipotent being who can predict the future?Are you?Suppose the No.9 bus has your name on it and you can’t escape it running over you in the supermarket as you look for your sugar free oat milk. Anything is possible ,and anything can happen.I’m too young to retire,but ideally, I would like a few beach holidays in the next five years. But,perhaps that’s wishful thinking, not as you propose planning ahead.
Planning ahead,that’s scary.Maybe none of us will be here in five years .Maybe the government will decide we’re surplus to requirements and dispose of us like so much rubbish.Maybe I will win the lottery or a publishing deal.There are a lot of maybes.
At the moment, all I can see is getting this job and learning your computer system and becoming a useful wage slave to this Company. “
Oh I wish I’d said that,it probably would have got me the job!
Still it’s a horrible question.
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