Three and a Half Hours, Three Interviews - Let's Recap
I'll start off by saying these were all with headhunters. This weekend I was thinking about how my job search was going, and decided it had come to a stand still. That's why yesterday, I both signed up to be on the dole, and signed up with Monster.
Yesterday I got two phone calls from people who found me through Monster. Apparently, Monster is the way to go. Maybe.
Interview Number 1:
This interview sucked. The woman was so skinny she almost wasn't even there. Not that I'm one of those fat people who hates skinny people, because I'm not. I'm just saying, her hair was wider than her hips. It was something to be noticed. And blogged about. The interview sucked because this woman saw my resume on Monster, then asked me to e-mail her a Word version of it, only to call me into her office to tell me in person she didn't think she'd be able to find me anything. Bitch! Why must you waste my time!? I am a very busy person! Okay, I'm not. But I could be, and that's what counts.
She kept pushing me to agree to do temp work. Fuck temp work. If I want to temp, I can babysit and just get paid under the table and wear jeans (oh, and still get unemployment). No need to wear fancy clothes and have taxes eat into my money. I hate temping - it's all wrong for my personality. I take a while to warm up to new situations and people. I was totally the type of kid to pee in my pants because I was too embarrassed to ask to go to the bathroom. Yes, I did actually do that once. Okay five times, whatever.
While my second interview was in the same neighborhood as the first, I had almost two hours before it was time to arrive, so I didn't bother going home. Instead I went to get some lunch at a place I found on the street. One of their slogans is "Lettuce rock your world" and while that's corny, it's also a little bit cute. It's a "green" restaurant, which is pretty cool. The food was good, the portions were big, the prices were reasonable for the portions, and yeah, I'd go back. The only two things that didn't impress me were that the music was too loud and despite their sign saying every salad gets a slice of fancy bread, I was not given any bread. I didn't say anything about it though - the salad was more than enough.
Interview Number 2:
I arrived exactly 15 minutes early and sat on their very plush couch/chair thingie for the next 25 minutes, being amused by the drama played out in front of me. A guy walked in two minutes before his alleged interview (you'll see why I say 'alleged' soon) in suit pants that were too long, and a white dress shirt which was untucked in the back. He claimed he had an interview, but couldn't remember who it was with. The receptionist emailed every recruiter asking if they were expecting a "Dan" at 3:30 p.m. None were. He asked if he could just meet with someone now. "No, I'm sorry." Well could he just, I mean, he's here NOW, sooo.... "I'm very sorry, but they all make their own appointments and everyone is booked right now. If you'd like, you can leave your resume and I'll be sure to give it someone so they can call you to schedule an appointment." I don't really have my resume. For fuck's sake Dan, pull your shit together! You show up at an interview with your shirt untucked (who hasn't primped in the elevator?), not knowing who you're supposed to meet with, and without a resume?!
The receptionist finally kicked Dan out. The recruiter pulled me into her office, and we had a 15 minute interview. It went swimmingly. I left.
Interview Number 3:
When I arrived back in the lobby after Interview Number 2, I turned my cell phone back on and listened to my voice mail. (J, I'll e-mail you!) Another recruiter calling about my resume that he found on Monster. I called him back from the lobby and he asked when he could meet with me. Are you busy now? I can be there in 20 minutes. He could, and gave me his address. I hung up and commenced panicking. You see, I pulled 20 minutes out of my ass. I had a very general idea of where he was, but no concrete understanding of which direction I should walk in to get to his building.
I walked out of the lobby to think about whether I should walk right or left. Looking across the street, I saw the best sight I could have possibly seen. No, not a taxi. NO, not a donut shop! I saw the address the guy had given me. I skipped across the street and was in the reception area less than ten minutes after we hung up the phone.
Met with the recruiter who was sweet as pie. He has a position he thinks I might be good for, even though I don't have as much CA litigation experience as the firm is asking for. He's going to call Nice Partner and talk with him and then plead my case to the firm. He was impressed with my confidence. So was I, to be honest.
So those were my interviews. Tonight or tomorrow I'll check out the trade newspaper that lists jobs in SF. My goal is to be working by the beginning of July.
Yesterday I got two phone calls from people who found me through Monster. Apparently, Monster is the way to go. Maybe.
Interview Number 1:
This interview sucked. The woman was so skinny she almost wasn't even there. Not that I'm one of those fat people who hates skinny people, because I'm not. I'm just saying, her hair was wider than her hips. It was something to be noticed. And blogged about. The interview sucked because this woman saw my resume on Monster, then asked me to e-mail her a Word version of it, only to call me into her office to tell me in person she didn't think she'd be able to find me anything. Bitch! Why must you waste my time!? I am a very busy person! Okay, I'm not. But I could be, and that's what counts.
She kept pushing me to agree to do temp work. Fuck temp work. If I want to temp, I can babysit and just get paid under the table and wear jeans (oh, and still get unemployment). No need to wear fancy clothes and have taxes eat into my money. I hate temping - it's all wrong for my personality. I take a while to warm up to new situations and people. I was totally the type of kid to pee in my pants because I was too embarrassed to ask to go to the bathroom. Yes, I did actually do that once. Okay five times, whatever.
While my second interview was in the same neighborhood as the first, I had almost two hours before it was time to arrive, so I didn't bother going home. Instead I went to get some lunch at a place I found on the street. One of their slogans is "Lettuce rock your world" and while that's corny, it's also a little bit cute. It's a "green" restaurant, which is pretty cool. The food was good, the portions were big, the prices were reasonable for the portions, and yeah, I'd go back. The only two things that didn't impress me were that the music was too loud and despite their sign saying every salad gets a slice of fancy bread, I was not given any bread. I didn't say anything about it though - the salad was more than enough.
Interview Number 2:
I arrived exactly 15 minutes early and sat on their very plush couch/chair thingie for the next 25 minutes, being amused by the drama played out in front of me. A guy walked in two minutes before his alleged interview (you'll see why I say 'alleged' soon) in suit pants that were too long, and a white dress shirt which was untucked in the back. He claimed he had an interview, but couldn't remember who it was with. The receptionist emailed every recruiter asking if they were expecting a "Dan" at 3:30 p.m. None were. He asked if he could just meet with someone now. "No, I'm sorry." Well could he just, I mean, he's here NOW, sooo.... "I'm very sorry, but they all make their own appointments and everyone is booked right now. If you'd like, you can leave your resume and I'll be sure to give it someone so they can call you to schedule an appointment." I don't really have my resume. For fuck's sake Dan, pull your shit together! You show up at an interview with your shirt untucked (who hasn't primped in the elevator?), not knowing who you're supposed to meet with, and without a resume?!
The receptionist finally kicked Dan out. The recruiter pulled me into her office, and we had a 15 minute interview. It went swimmingly. I left.
Interview Number 3:
When I arrived back in the lobby after Interview Number 2, I turned my cell phone back on and listened to my voice mail. (J, I'll e-mail you!) Another recruiter calling about my resume that he found on Monster. I called him back from the lobby and he asked when he could meet with me. Are you busy now? I can be there in 20 minutes. He could, and gave me his address. I hung up and commenced panicking. You see, I pulled 20 minutes out of my ass. I had a very general idea of where he was, but no concrete understanding of which direction I should walk in to get to his building.
I walked out of the lobby to think about whether I should walk right or left. Looking across the street, I saw the best sight I could have possibly seen. No, not a taxi. NO, not a donut shop! I saw the address the guy had given me. I skipped across the street and was in the reception area less than ten minutes after we hung up the phone.
Met with the recruiter who was sweet as pie. He has a position he thinks I might be good for, even though I don't have as much CA litigation experience as the firm is asking for. He's going to call Nice Partner and talk with him and then plead my case to the firm. He was impressed with my confidence. So was I, to be honest.
So those were my interviews. Tonight or tomorrow I'll check out the trade newspaper that lists jobs in SF. My goal is to be working by the beginning of July.
Labels: Nice Parter, Pounding the pavement, Work
posted by Green at 6/19/2007 05:24:00 PM
3 Comments:
Yay for good interviews! Not to be too corny, but I think this is going to lead you somewhere great. In another year or so, you'll be thanking the firm for moving and giving you the opportunity to move on.
When my resume was on Monster, I just got tons of calls from insurance company recruiters. Uh, I'm an accountant NOT a salesman. I DO NOT have the personality for sales AT ALL. Then there's that little quirk I have where I THINK INSURANCE IS THE DEVIL'S TOOL.
Yeah, so Accountemps kept us from losing our house until they found my current position. I'd rather deal with headhunters than just putting my resume out for anyone to see.
DOH! I think you may blown it. Haven't you heard that an untucked shirt/blouse is the NEW LOOK!
I vote for what's behind Door #3. Seems like destiny at work there.
Crossing fingers one of these recruiters/interviewers quickly realizes the fabulousness in front of them .
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