My first Job Interview was for McDonalds. They were saturated with workers, though, and I was only 15 at that point, meaning they'd have to get permission slips from my guardian. I like to think that was a large part of the reason I didn't get hired.
My next Job interview was for Staples. They had a three interview procedure, where three managers had to do separate interviews. The very first interview I was nervous as all hell, and perhaps a bit too honest. The manager asked me if I was a good multitasker. I told her 'not in the least.' She asked what I would do if I didn't manage to finish a task before my shift is over. I told her 'I know the right answer is to tell the person relieving me what needs to be done, but in all reality I'd probably forget.'
I managed to get a second and third interview, land the job, and didn't quit until 14 months later. I like to chalk it up to her liking my spunk. She was a pretty laid back woman herself. By the time I got to interview 2, I had smartened up enough to state my weakness a mite bit more diplomatically.
I have to admit. I had a pretty sweet first job. Staples is a pretty great place, and I learned a shit-ton about dealing with people, being professional, etc. I never did get great at sales, though, but I chalk that up to exceeding at customer service. A few customers, after talking with them, we determined that we didn't have anything that fit their need. I sent them to the other store in town that probably did, rather than bother with giving them the next big thing.
One time, a customer sold
me a computer. He was a mac guy, but needed a computer desperately, since he had lost his and had a presentation that weekend. I suggested that he go to the internet cafe and retrieve his work there, and wait on buying a new mac, rather than getting a cheap computer he would regret in a week. After talking with him for another hour beyond that, I got it in my head to buy a Mac for university.
Manager of sales liked me. I got all positive reviews. Then the General Managers changed, and the new guy didn't like me very much. My first impression was him catching me playing pinball on a machine. It was a pretty standard trick we had learned under the old manager: link all the monitors to the same computer and fire up pinball to show customers the difference in response times. He didn't really get it, and rather than argue the point, I apologized to him.
Then he looked at my extended warranty sales. I was pretty much the lowest. The man thought in sales, rather than customer service, which though I understand, I found frustrating. Especially coming off the last guy ...
Wow. This has gotten really long.
Good luck with your interview!!