Today I got my first job interview.
say that was an experience to the limits of the absurd is an understatement.
Last week a nice young lady called me on behalf of a well-known insurance company to tell me if I want to do an interview. They had my name through my university.
I tell her that maybe they have the wrong person, not just my course of study has nothing to do with a beloved chip only insurance, but if you really want a degree in psychology, maybe if you turn to address a degree in occupational psychology and social-clinical development. But with all the university graduates in the Italian economy produces each year, or accountants and / or accountants, as they bring you to comb through lists of the humanities?
"No, do not worry - said the young lady - I take care of personnel selection and graduated in law."
we're good at this ... I wonder if the point in court there are my colleagues in occupational psychology.
"Bring a copy of your resume and a passport photograph"
Passport photo? But it is an interview Serious work or I would like to submit a job to massage?
Okay, let's go anyway, so it will not hurt.
Today I introduce myself, and after half an hour of waiting (it will be a psychological test anxiety?), The nice young lady (in brackets that has had less than five years me), once he gets to deliver the HP, I put up a form to fill two pages with the same information that is on my resume.
But it is a test mnemonic? Want to see if I remember what I wrote? And then, pray, what do you need the data on my family?
Ri-okay, the lady said to fill the well, so I do remain vague.
After another half hour (but what do you think a human can put a poor form to fill out?) Makes me sit in a room.
We are sitting facing each other, but the table between us is 2 meters wide ... not exactly the most comfortable to have a conversation. I, among other things, I would have something to say about this strange arrangement thanks to the readings on the studies proxemics I did, but to draw a veil pitiful ...
But now, the real Part hallucinated.
"Why is failed to do this interview? "
... ... ... ... ... ..." if I remember correctly, I have called you, and have also insisted despite my practical and logical questions about my utility into a commercial as I had a degree in psychology.
"What do you expect from these talks"
... ... ... ... ... ... .. "you tell me what you want from me would be a good starting point ...
" I see that their studies have little to do with our industry "
... ... ... ... ... ... .." but it should be? Is not what I tried to explain for the fifteenth minutes in our last phone call?
But the wonderful thing is that they asked me if I use the computer, if you speak English or another foreign language, if at least know how to use a calculator.
No, no, no. The fundamental question was:
"What are your hobbies"
My hobbies? And how they can effectively stand out from other candidates for a job? You need a fourth for poker tournaments company? And soon as I had to say: "I am fond of yaoi and gay stories? Maybe I could be allusive
declaring "ornithology" ...
the end I thought it was better to stay on a general reading.
"Really - Miss says - and what kind?"
yet, but you need to know!?!? Looking for an employee or his girlfriend to the son of a boss?
"And how do you describe?"
"Patient, I listen. I have good interpersonal skills that allow me to work in a team, but they are also able to work alone without problems "
"But then he is a loner, isolated"
NO! But listen to me or you have disconnected your ears? It means that, unlike many people, even if you leave me alone will not work I'll have a panic attack and I'll give me deadlines and goals that allow me to complete my work efficiently and without frills.
But do not think I've convinced, looking at me so strange ....
the end look at the information on my family and I asked further questions: what work my father did before retiring and where my sister works.
But who cares!?!? Want to take me or my father?!?!
the end I said that I will call for future talks.
Thank you and goodbye.
I think as soon as I left the room, Miss burned my file.
I do not see even a shred of logic in all this: I do not believe to be a Vulcan, but at this point a question comes to me, especially considering that they were all apparently to Miss normal applications.
Live long and prosper XD
