How NOT to Hold a Job Interview
Dear Unnamed Local Fake College,
It was a week ago today that I got the call. You had received my application for employment and wanted to see me for an interview.
“Great news!” I thought. I had been looking for some part time, evening work to supplement my income and your position was one of the few available.
“The interview will be at 6:30 on the 25th,” said the man on the other line, his deep voice making it seem more like a spy mission than a job interview.
Now I’ve been on dozens of job interviews, but none began like this. I’ve spent hours of my life scheduling these things but never have I been given a “take it or leave it” time and place. Yet, the date and time were good, it was a Wednesday, the wife gets home early, no scheduling problems. I could make it easily.
I accepted.
Little did I know that your interview was going to literally fuck me out of two hours of my life and that you would showcase a level of incompetence that is generally only reserved for people in Government here in New Orleans.
If you had thought about what you were doing for three seconds or given an ounce of care for the people you called in, you wouldn’t have pissed off myself and a dozen other people, most of them educators.
You screwed this one up and, because I’m such a nice, caring guy, I’ll tell you where you went wrong.
