The Bad Guy

JOB INTERVIEW

Job interviews are not fun. They are, however, essential to gaining employment, so one soldiers through them. Today I had one that is one of the worst I ever had to endure.

I had an appointment at a political action office at 11am. When I arrived five minutes early the place was already full of young people who also had and an 11am appointment. The boss told us all to get in a circle and he’d “rap to us” about the organization and the positions he was hiring for.

Upon applying, I had been given the impression that this was going to be an office job. Not by a long shot. Boss guy made it clear this was all about standing on the street with a clip board and bugging the bejeezus out of anyone walking by. This is not something I really want to be involved with. I know this because this is how I deal with folks with clip boards on the street who try to stop me:

I-

A) Walk straight past the person, eyes fixed on the horizon at a brisk pace.

B) If the person is a very persistent Scientologist, telling them that I will not speak to anyone who isn’t “clear”.

or

C) Be very rude if the person on the street gets a little too close (for example, one guy started following me asking me dumb questions about my clothes and what my belt buckle had written on it. I told him that it said “if you’re close enough to read this you’re sucking my dick!” No that was not polite, or wise or anything I’m proud of, but that’s what I said.).

Now I was in a room interviewing for the position of “THAT GUY.” I felt a little sorry for myself that this is the kind of job I get asked to interview for. Out of all the hundreds of resumes I send out, I only get called back about dumb, degrading jobs like this.

Anyway the boss ends his spiel about what the organization does and goes around the room to ask all of us to talk about ourselves and our politics. Most of the other interviewees were very nice and talked about their very mild left-leaning stances. After twenty minutes It’s my turn. I made the mistake of saying that I was really happy about the Jim Webb’s election in Virginia and that Tester guy in Montana. I also made the mistake of bringing up that the margins of victory were very small in most races and that they’d need a lot of help to widen the margins in 2008. Yeah, I really need to work on my tact.

Then came the one-on-one interviews. The walls were thin in the office so all of us waiting knew exactly what was being said. Quickly, all of us figured out that the folks getting hired were talking to the big boss, and all the “Yeeah…we’ll be in touch” candidates were going to the second office. I was the last one to be interviewed and I was sent into office #2.

Sitting across from a very nice young lady, I started things off and politely told her that “I just don’t think this place is the right fit for me. I do appreciate your time today and I will keep your number in my files. I’ll get in touch with you REAL soon.” I extended my hand, she bewilderedly shook it, and I left.

What? Did you want me to blow up at the lady? It’s my fault I wasted 2 hours at that office, not hers.

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November 16, 2006 - Posted by | Work

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