Mar 31, 2005 14:00
Yeah, so I went to an interview this afernoon. First off, the directions the girl gave me to get there were wrong...only by one street, but it sent me into a small panic. Once I got there, the receptionist was unfriendly and a little frosty in her attitude. My appointment was for 1 p.m. I was there at 12:45 because I try to make it a point to be early. I had to fill out an application and they made a copy of my ID which is all normal. Then, the man who was supposed to interview me was late coming back from a Dr. appointment. I was annoyed, but I figured everyone had a day where nothing goes on time, and one never knows with the doctor. So, everything was OK until that point. Then, when the interview started, he didn't shake my hand which I thought was a little unprofessional, but I overlooked it. He sort of complimented my suit by saying, "I like your suit it's very....professional looking." So I thanked him, but the way he said it was a bit condescending for a man wearing a mis-matched navy blue suit, no tie and the first button of his shirt undone. Again, I overlooked it because he wasn't sleazy or anything, just not very well put together. So then he says he really doesn't have any part time nanny work, which I'm used to hearing. But he did give me a lead on an agency that works entirely with part time nannies and babysitters. While he has the receptionist print out that information, he goes on to tell me, "Don't bother dressing up for interviews and take your ear-thing out." (in reference to my tragus piercing) I was pissed...FIRST he compliments my suit in a backhanded condecending way THEN he tells me it's not necessary. OH MY GOD! He also told me at some point that he doesn't understand why I haven't been able to get a job because there are "so many positions out there" As if I didn't realize that I'm a loser because I've applied for EVERYTHING and haven't gotten anything yet...not to mention he's not helping me and giving me work so SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! In the immortal words of Rob Gordon (High Fidelity) WHO NEEDS A DRINK?