People regularly cry on me. OK, not literally on me, but in my presence during interviews. I go out of my way to make them feel safe and comfortable (protection). And the interview process is very personal. Intimate. Sometimes invasive. If there is abuse in the home, I need to know. You are an abuse survivor? Extremely important to know if I am to do my best for you. All sorts of emotional stuff comes spilling out. Right there on the kitchen floor while I am trying to figure out whether the stove faces your health direction and if it is doing you any good right next to the dishwasher. Sorry, but multitasking is an occupational hazard. When things get intense, of course you get my undivided attention. UNDERSTAND, I AM NOT A COUNCILOR. I mentor people. And I am a great listener. There is a fine line between dumping your emotional hard drive on me and giving me what I need to know in order to advise you of the best changes to make for your overall goals. Dancing around this line is part of the job. I have no problem with telling people when they have crossed the line. And providing hugs and Kleenexes.
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