May 01, 2007 10:59
Its a beautiful day, a slight breeze ruffling the new leaves which seemed to appeared overnight, so here i am in a suit.
Another sales job, another bright perky young thing interviewing me in the works canteen, never a good sign i would say.
How can anyone be so positive about industrial sealants?
All went well, i've learn't to shut up, talking a lot doesn't help.
Then the crucial question, the killer question.
Why do you want to work here?
Shit!
"We'll obviously i want to join a large professional organisation.blah blah," and then a moment of sheer madness. "and i need a job"
So her last memory of me will not be my professional attitude, my bright tie (ok maybe that was a mistake), my CV that says he can do this type of work standing on his head, no it'll be..he's just after any old job.
For a woman, so sold on her employer; i had the company history emailed to me, think we can write that down as 'interview practice'