One time {far too recently} I went to a job interview. The
job posting I had applied to was on one of the numerous job boards I peruse on
a daily basis, but one thing that should have tipped me off right from the
start was that the job posting had no real job description. It only included
what type of qualifications they were looking for in a new employee. {If you’re
currently hunting for a job, keep this little gem of knowledge in your thinker:
legit jobs will have a job description!!} Moving on. So after I submitted the
application I got a call from this company which shall remain anonymous mostly because I can’t
remember their official name and because I don’t want them to hunt me down to invite me to come in for an interview. And
the next day, I went.
Apparently I made
a good impression because I was asked to come back the next day to do a job
shadowing day from 8:30am-5pm. I agreed. {Keep in mind that I still really didn’t
have any idea of what kind of job I was interviewing for. So naïve!} The next
day I arrived early in my professional suit -- but not heels-I had been told
specifically to wear flats-- and was brought into a private office. I was
introduced to the man whom I was to “shadow” for the day; he seemed nice
enough. Then I was brought into the morning employee meeting. It got
interesting.
As I entered the
room I was asked to stand away from the wall to join everyone standing in a circle.
The manager (who had interviewed me the day before) was calling out all these
numbers and everyone around me was clapping in some rhythm that I couldn’t
quite catch on to. (Awkward!) Then once the number-shouting-clapping-in-rhythm
session was over, we began a boxing match. Yes. Boxing.
“Teams” of people
were called out and everyone who was named had to run to the center of the
circle (easier said than done when one is in a pencil skirt) to pound fists
against the other team members. I think I might have blacked out from sheer
confusion at this point. Next thing I know I’m getting into the back of a coup
(again, I’m in a skirt) and I’m being driven to……I don’t know where.
Okay, so at this
point it was dawning on me that these people must be in some type of sales
position and we’d be doing cold calls. With a sales pitch and everything. That is
not what I want to do (ever.) I had assumed I was applying for some office
assistant position! Office assisting, I can do. Boxing and jumping in the backs
of coups in a pencil skirt, not so much. So by 9:30 in the morning I already
knew I did not want the job.
I was right. The
job I didn’t know anything about was, indeed, a sales position. But not just
sales as in retail or customer service, it was sales. Like the old school kind where you approach a random store,
ask to speak with the manager and give them a sales pitch. Squirm.
At 10:30am I had already
been given a complimentary cup of mushroom coffee (vomit) and been led across
the plaza to a fish market where I stood for hours. Literally, hours. There was
a big hang-up in the service “we” were providing so I had to wait, and wait,
and wait. Which would have been fine except it was probably 100 degrees and it
smelled like rotting fish.
I have the nose
of a dog, so this was not the prime location for a delay. I was sure my face
had turned a gnarly shade of green by the time we left there around 2:00pm. I
had even walked away a few times just because I didn’t want to pass out or
throw up!
By the end of the
day, I reeked of fish, had sweat dripping down my back (sorry if that was tmi)
and was so over that job, I wanted to cry. The follow up interview with the
manager was not exactly my cup of tea, either. When I politely stated that I
did not believe the position was for me, he said that I was just afraid. (EXCUSE
ME!!!!?)
I left. I was
mad. I reeked. I had digested mushroom coffee. Ugh.
But I lived
through it all. And now, it is my favorite interview story to-date. :) I’m
actually kind of glad it happened. Everyone needs a story to whip out when
people are telling “my experience was worse than your experience” tales.
So there you have
it. The moral of this story is avoid fish markets. Also, only apply to jobs you know are legit. Also, don't wear pencil skirts when you know you need to participate in a boxing match. Also, avoid the backseat of coups. Also, mushrooms are disgusting and why on earth would you put them in coffee?
