I had an interview yesterday
This was a face-to-face one after two previous phone interviews.
The first thing I did after getting there was fill out a job application and have to fill in all my work history in tiny little blocks. I don't see why I can't just attach my resume.
After that it was on to an editing and writing test. The writing test was compiling information into an email blast. No problem.
Then I met with the woman I had the first phone interview with in person, along with another woman who was in charge of the Communications department.
Then I took a psych test. No, I'm not kidding. They said it was one of those "there are no wrong answers!" tests, but that's bullshit. The test is looking for consistency. There will be 50 questions, 20 of which are spread throughout that all mean the same thing but said differently. You have to be sure to answer the same every time. It's also going to be looking for leadership abilities and compatibility when it comes to personality. Don't feed me the "there are no wrong answers" crap. You answer how they want to hear.
Three hours later I left.
Now, one would think I would feel excited about having an interview and blah blah, but honestly it just makes me more depressed because now I have to wait and hope, or wait and hope and never hear anything, or wait and hope and be surprised. To put it succinctly, I can no longer work up the fucking positive thoughts needed to go through this again and not get hired. I would have felt better if my competition wasn't sitting in the waiting area with her matching purse and pumps after I came from taking the psych test. Getting jobs these days is as arbitrary as them not wanting to hire someone who looks like me.
ETA And going on interviews is difficult when they ask you talk about yourself and you can't tell them the real reason you moved to the Chicago area. Look, I know there are people who are out and proud, but I don't need someone's homophobia preventing me from getting a job. That means I have to get creative or outright lie when it comes to talking about myself. I can't tell them about my real life. It's fraudulent but necessary.
The only thing I can do is expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised if something nice happens. *sigh*
The first thing I did after getting there was fill out a job application and have to fill in all my work history in tiny little blocks. I don't see why I can't just attach my resume.
After that it was on to an editing and writing test. The writing test was compiling information into an email blast. No problem.
Then I met with the woman I had the first phone interview with in person, along with another woman who was in charge of the Communications department.
Then I took a psych test. No, I'm not kidding. They said it was one of those "there are no wrong answers!" tests, but that's bullshit. The test is looking for consistency. There will be 50 questions, 20 of which are spread throughout that all mean the same thing but said differently. You have to be sure to answer the same every time. It's also going to be looking for leadership abilities and compatibility when it comes to personality. Don't feed me the "there are no wrong answers" crap. You answer how they want to hear.
Three hours later I left.
Now, one would think I would feel excited about having an interview and blah blah, but honestly it just makes me more depressed because now I have to wait and hope, or wait and hope and never hear anything, or wait and hope and be surprised. To put it succinctly, I can no longer work up the fucking positive thoughts needed to go through this again and not get hired. I would have felt better if my competition wasn't sitting in the waiting area with her matching purse and pumps after I came from taking the psych test. Getting jobs these days is as arbitrary as them not wanting to hire someone who looks like me.
ETA And going on interviews is difficult when they ask you talk about yourself and you can't tell them the real reason you moved to the Chicago area. Look, I know there are people who are out and proud, but I don't need someone's homophobia preventing me from getting a job. That means I have to get creative or outright lie when it comes to talking about myself. I can't tell them about my real life. It's fraudulent but necessary.
The only thing I can do is expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised if something nice happens. *sigh*