I just got home from a job interview. I was extremely optimistic about this one because it was almost perfect. Well, to be honest, the “Pro” column was almost equal to the “Con” column so I consider that a win. They were offering a steady salary, full medical and dental (you read that right, FULL. DENTAL.), it was about the same distance as my current job but, it’s in the opposite direction and in a better area. It all sounds too good to be true, right. I know, I thought so too.
Keep in mind though, that after my last job interview, which was at my current employer- in my current department, I found out that they had “some concerns about my interview skills” and was advised to reach out to one of my interviewers for some help. I was mortified and felt like the kid in the class who did well on papers, had excellent class participation, but just couldn’t pass the test and the teacher had to fail them. I knew I could do that job and whatever I didn’t know I could learn. I don’t doubt that my interview skills are lacking, but the fact remains that everyone involved knew I was capable of doing the job and doing it well. But, it’s over now and the new person has already started so there’s nothing I can do.
I arrived at the place with mere minutes to spare due to unexpected traffic. They ushered me into an office and let me know that “HE” would be in in a minute. OK, sure. When I dropped off my resume I was told that it would be given to “HIM” and if “HE” wanted to interview me I would receive a phone call. So now here we are, day of the interview and I still don’t know who “HE” is. They offered me a folding chair to sit in in the middle of a small office that as obviously shared by two people considering that there was a woman in there who totally ignored me the whole time. This is going well so far. Finally, my officemate must have gotten fed up with me sitting there and she left to get “HIM”. By this time I find out that “HIS” name might be Mike. Or at least, that’s what I think I heard.
Mike (let’s just go with it) finally comes in and says:
So here’s the deal. The positions have been filled because I just hired 6 people.
I kid you not.
Stunned and not wanting my face to reveal my shock and disappointment I replied:
Uh, um oh ok.
Because I’m a college graduate with a degree in communications.
He sits in front of me and continues:
Do you have a job currently?
Still stunned, but kind of thinking that maybe there’s a different position available or something:
Yes, I am employed part time at ________________ (I named the hellhole that employs me)
Nodding, Mike goes on:
Are you good with data entry?
Data entry? I’ll enter the shit out of that data. He doesn’t need specifics so I keep it simple:
Yes, I am.
Keeping on track he continues:
How many hours a week do you work?
Hmm.. maybe he’s got a part time position
It varies heavily. This week was the orientation for the new medical students so I…
He cut me off. Seriously? I’m trying to show you that I’m good with anywhere between 20 and 40 hours a week and you cut me off? I’m trying very hard to stay optimistic. He’s not making it easy. Maybe there’s another office he could place me in. Mike moves on quickly and throws another question at me:
Do you like to be on the phone?
Ahhh. Here’s where it gets tricky. I actually hate the phone. Personal calls are OK (and I use that fairly loosely), but I would really rather leave the sales calls or bill collecting calls to someone else. I’m usually the one who has to call people about their expired lockers and it really makes my stomach turn and my eyes roll. However, I need a job. Especially one that offers FULL MEDICAL AND DENTAL BENEFITS.
Um. Sure. Yes.
My parents are so proud of that communications degree. Money well spent.
Mike scribbles something on my job application, looks up and says:
I’m going to put you on a hire list. Like I said, I just hired six people so it’s all pretty new out there. I get hundreds of these a day (waving my resume and application in the air). It’s very hard to get a job here but, when you do, *sighing* we don’t lay off.
I muttered some OKs and sounds goods, shook Mike’s hand and showed myself out. To top it off as I was walking out I let out a “have a nice day” and I was met with an abrupt “bye.” from my former future co-worker.
As I sit here and write this, I’m thinking if they don’t lay off but needed to hire 6 new people and keep a hire list, the turn over rate must be extremely high. Why? It’s possible that most of the employees are students that graduate and move on. I doubt it because it doesn’t seem like the schedule is all too flexible. Is it the management? Do people just not like working there? I don’t know if I could deal with being at a job where people are miserable and if I can’t find new work, I’m stuck. Again. So maybe it’s good that nothing was immediately available. Call me crazy, or desperate, but on my way there I looked over and saw the Freedom Tower and all of a sudden “Philadelphia Freedom” came on the radio. I took both things as a sign that I was headed for freedom from the clutches of my old job.
Well, I guess I’ll keep on trucking. Wish me luck!