Orel Regev's articles
So tell me something meaningful about your identity,” the interviewer asked. I blinked. It was a rainy morning and I was a wreck. My coffee spilled, and I could barely haul myself after a 2-hour-long bus ride. “Take your time,” she urged me. Finally, I found my last brain cell and obliged it to find a response. Then, I beamed and declared with gleaming eyes: “Well, I’m a waiter!” She looked at me, puzzled. This could have been a lovely response at an interview for McDonald’s. But it was an interview for a gap year program.