Although
it is said of interviews “you shouldn’t
take rejection personally,” it can feel as if they are a referendum on your
value as a person. Like casual dating, there is almost always some level of
competition with the other suitors in the hunt. Unlike casual dating, it is
almost always a single-elimination game. And if they think “you just weren’t a
good fit” compared to another candidate, what was “wrong “with you?
A
recent interview brings this question to the fore. Already having offers in
hand, it certainly should not have been a make-or-break situation. Actually, my
main reason for even doing it was preparation for another interview the
following day with a company that I was much more interested in. And yet…
The
company’s corporate offices were in a high-rise building downtown, and, despite
the fact that the result “didn’t matter” and was “only practice”, as I waited
in the lobby I worried about whether or not by selecting “business casual” I’d
underdressed. Everyone seemed to be in suits and ties, and there was more than
a whiff of cologne in the air. As I fiddled with my phone, I heard a voice say,
“Here for the interview?”
I
looked up and saw a man who strongly resembled Teller of the magic duo Penn and
Teller (Teller is the short one who doesn’t talk). I’d talked to him earlier in
the phone screen. Since our discussion hadn’t been the least bit magical, the fact
that he was a speaking doppelgänger of Teller’s was a surprise. Pretending that
I hadn’t noticed the resemblance, I enthusiastically replied, “You bet!” Vegas-style.
After
we were situated and he glanced at his computer screen, I sensed a subtle
annoyance when he said after a silent grimace, “The second interviewer didn’t
accept my invitation.” I realized that my interviewer was somewhat flustered as
these interviews were typically conducted in pairs and he was the only one
who’d bothered to show up. Now he’d have to ask all the questions, which I
assumed might be very uncomfortable because of his strong resemblance to Teller.
Nevertheless, he overcame any apparent stage fright and said, “Let’s get
started. I’m going to lay out a situation and I want you to show me how you’d
tackle it.”
The
scenario was totally non-technical, which is to say “open to interpretation”,
and my nervousness evaporated. I went to the whiteboard and began straightaway
using lots of buzzwords and arrows and circles. I asked questions to suggest
competence, and let him ask me questions in turn – which, perhaps because of his
natural reticence, were few. To further gain his confidence, I began to punctuate
my answers with small forward movements of my head to further convince him of
their essential rightness, and he responded in kind. Like the volunteers in
many magical demonstrations, he was mirroring my behavior.
Because
of the effectiveness of my showmanship, I felt compelled to slowly but steadily
raise the intensity by modulating my tone and deepening my head bobs. This was
the right thing to do: Eventually, his agreement with me was so complete that his
whole upper torso was rocking in a rhythm with my answers, and my mind drifted
to Hooke’s Law (about the physics of springs) in the context of how long
bobbleheads lasted.
Alas,
all good things must come to an end: Our time ran out, and, with a small nod,
my host bid me farewell and good luck. I was left alone in the sterile white
room with only my scribblings on the whiteboard to keep me company. “So far so
good,” I thought to myself. I was playing with house money.
Soon
the door opened and a new interviewer appeared. He stood about my height and
had a full head of grey hair, the top of which took the shape of a slice of Chicago
deep-dish pizza. My initial thought was that he was lucky to have so much hair
and simultaneously unfortunate that it had grown in this way. But my second
impression was quickly dispelled: Upon releasing my hand from the introductory
shake, as he stepped backwards, a solitary drop of water fell from the sharpened
tip. He had intentionally prepared his hair in this way.
He
tapped his fingers on the table and glanced at his watch and fiddled with his
computer, and I recognized again the absence of the traditional second
interviewer. But my first interviewer grew impatient and told me that the other
interviewer should be here soon and then said, “Let’s get started. I want to
mix things up a bit – go ahead and ask me some questions about the company.”
From
my recent interviewing at other companies I was prepared with many open-ended
questions (“Tell me about the culture here”, “How does this compare with your
other jobs”, etc.) that also had the side effect of “running out the clock” by
not letting the interviewer get in any hard questions.
After
an extended and effective period of this vacuous Q & A, I heard a shuffling
of feet and the creak of the door opening. A tall, puffy-faced balding man in
glasses appeared, unsmiling. My first interviewer continued to answer one of my
bland-but-time-consuming queries, but decorum compelled me to acknowledge our
new addition with a smile and a “hello”. In response, the second interviewer
stared coldly at me with hooded eyes and gave no acknowledgement in return. He unsmilingly
settled into his seat but never took his eyes from mine.
My
first interviewer was just wrapping up his latest answer by saying “and that’s
pretty much all I’ve got to say about that, “ and the second, again without
taking his eyes off me, said to the first one with disdain: “Are you done?” The
first meekly said yes and assumed a submissive stance, with the sharply coiffed
tip of his hair tilted slightly downward.
Having
taken command of the situation, the second leaned back in his chair, crossed
his arms, and, with a faint look of disgust said to me in a low voice, “Tell me
what kind of people you hate.”
Reeling
from the surprise of his question, I stumbled through an attempt at answering,
saying, “Well, uh, I believe it’s more a question of communication styles. In
my experience, I think it’s important to develop a solid rapport with people,
showing them that you understand and respect their position…” and so on, hoping
I could wear him down with the sheer volume and hypnotic head bobs that had
worked so well earlier. Unfortunately, he seemed wise to my tricks and was
having none of it. He cut me off and said through clenched teeth, “What do you
stand for?”
I feared
the answer might be “The Constitution” because if he decided to drill down I
couldn’t quote it chapter and verse. After an uncomfortable silence that felt
much longer than it actually was, I nervously stammered out a few things about
things I liked and I didn’t like. But he continued to hold my feet to the fire
and said with contempt, “If you stand for everything, you stand
for nothing!” and placed both of his hands on the table and leaned towards me
menacingly.
I was
coming to grips with the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to talk myself
through this by suggesting he use gestalt to piece it together from my stream
of consciousness. And I felt trapped: Even if the answer was “the sanctity of
marriage” I was no better off. But by then my nervousness had given way to
irritation and, setting my jaw, I settled on the seemingly irrefutable answer “fairness”.
And
with that, my inquisitor seemed to relax and lean back in his chair, perhaps
feeling he’d broken my will, or, based on the smug look on his face, at least
humiliated me a little by goading me into what was surely the wrong answer.
Having
apparently met his objective, the second interviewer looked at his watch and
concluded that their time was up. As if none of the previous altercation had
happened, he smiled and politely said goodbye and good luck, and led the first
out, leaving me alone to lick my wounds.
After
a short interval, again I heard the creak of the door, which opened to reveal a
very pretty Asian woman and a young gay man. With a winning smile, she
introduced them as the “business team” and said they were “much nicer” than the
other interviewers, and then grinned conspiratorially at her partner. I noticed
that when she spoke, it was with the polish and confident authority of a
valedictorian that had been showered with praise since preschool.
But
as she sat down, I also immediately noticed what appeared to be a black pen
mark between the bottom of her nose and the top of her upper lip. As she spoke
with a friendly smile and enthusiasm, I struggled to concentrate on her words.
I thought to myself, “Should I tell her? If it were me, I would want someone to
tell me. It would be so much more embarrassing to find out later,” and so on,
until I realized that it was a small mole.
And
yet even with this realization, it was virtually impossible to get the sharpie
mark/mole out of my mind. Fortunately, despite the mental fog created by my
many thoughts about it, I heard her ask me questions about things that I had heavily
rehearsed the answers for, to which I waxed lyrical for about 20 minutes. As if
bobbleheads made in China and freshly released from their packaging, they both
nodded continuously throughout.
And
then using her superior and less-fogged intellect to steer the discussion, she
asked if I had any questions for them. During our introductions (and before my
preoccupation had made concentration difficult), I had ascertained that he’d
been there much longer, starting in the mail room and arriving at his current
position by pulling himself up by his bootstraps – good news for me because I
remained concerned that I would be caught staring at her mole, so I asked him
to tell me about his experience at the company.
He enthusiastically
responded, “Ooh yes!” and then launched into a dramatic description of his
career. Trying to clear out any sharpie-related thoughts, I vigorously
encouraged him with comments like “Oh really?”, liberally sprinkling the
appropriate widened eyes and eyebrow raises. Unfortunately, by doing this I had
been inadvertently negging my Asian beauty by depriving her of my attentions,
and she sternly broke in saying, “What did you mean by that last question? Did
you mean,” and thankfully she proceeded to provide a complete answer, to which
I responded, “Why yes,” and parroted back her answer.
Again,
time had expired. However, as they escorted me to the elevator I sensed that my
negging had resulted in a small but undeniable emotional scar – her responses
to my post-interview small talk were rebuffed with one-word answers, and her underling,
sensing a career-enhancing opportunity, followed suit. As we walked, she turned
and spoke to him in a quiet voice, sharing a joke that I couldn’t quite hear after
which they stifled their laughs. When we arrived at the elevator she turned to
me and put on a perfect smile and, on their behalf, thanked me so much for my
time, and wished me good luck.
For
the next couple of hours, I went over the interview in my head, but I couldn’t
come to a conclusion about what they may have thought. Was the mirrored head
bobbing faked? Was the answer “The United States of America”? Was I indeed too
obvious staring at her mole?
But
then the recruiter called me and said, “I don’t know what you said to them, but
they LOVED you!” and said the next steps should be coming soon…
Excellent! To me, the most intriguing part of your writing style is how you sprinkle in somewhat random thoughts that flow in your head while you're detailing the plot. I really like how you carried these images through the story -- first Hooke's law, then "bobbleheads made in China freshly released from their packaging"; first the black pen mark, then the "sharpie-related thoughts"; and so on. I think this is something that is very hard to do well, and you nailed it.
ReplyDeleteSmall feedback -- I felt a little confused when you referred to "the first" and "the second" in the 6th or 7th paragraph.
But really, this is an excellent short story! Congrats! Write more!
It is said of you "He can be lofty sometimes, yet he is also full of charm and grace, versatile in his figures, and felicitously daring in his choice of words."
DeleteDo you really mean it?
WOOO!!! What a great story on a mediocre interview by a jobber. Just kidding Snooki, you're the man!?!
ReplyDeleteHaving worked for numerous wrestling companies in my career, let me give you some sure fire interviewing tips:
1. When interviewing with two people, when one checks the time, make sure to do a "cup check" on the second interviewer. Then you will have a one on one advantage.
2. Say WOO! a lot
3. Tell them that you've been working this line of work since they were just a wee bullet in their daddy's love gun.
4. Finish the interview by saying love me or hate me, I'm the best thing going today!
Boom, before you know it, you are handling a mic in front of thousands of screaming fans! The Natcha Boy has to go now, there are some lovely ladies that want to ride Space Mountain. WOOOOO!!!!!!!
How can you say such inappropriate things Ric Flair?
Delete/Secretly loves it
What is this bull fertilizer about wondering what was the right answer? What do you stand for? The only logical answer is "The dear leader!" Off to the coal mines with you!!!
ReplyDelete/ claps as hard as possible
Delete// hopes that it's convincing
Learn to leave the space between the "/" and the words out, honey...
DeleteAny comparisons to Penn and Teller notwithstanding (wonder where Penn got himself to, in fact, to leave Teller to fend you off alone in that interview) this just goes to prove what I've always known -- the best strategy in an interview is a thoroughly impressive magic trick. No, none of that David Blaine bullshit, and none of the sawing people in half malarkey; just how impressed would the interviewer be if, upon their staid query, you managed to pull out and show them their card with the answer to the question written in bold, black sharpie upon it: 'Synergy'. Yeah, that's the stuff.
ReplyDeleteThat, or you could go for the Piff the Magic Dragon approach instead. Seriously, look him up and tell me that wouldn't land you any job you've ever wanted.
I wish I'd spoken to you first! I could've said "I believe in dragon suits and chihuahuas - how about you?"
DeleteIn those nontechnical interviews, all you have to do is make two drawings on the whiteboard. One has three overlapping circles in a kind of venn diagram, "red+blue+green makes white" arrangement and a second diagram with four boxes arranged in a circle, with arrows going clockwise connecting one box to the next. Then brace for the snowstorm. You can fill those circles and those boxes with any BULL s^!t you like. You can talk to that crap for hours. Recycle as necessary.
ReplyDeleteAnd be ready. If they pull out that ultimate crock nontechnical interview question, "what is your favorite animal"...well, that's an easy one mi amigo: THE BULL!
You are a red-caped conservationist - olé!
DeleteSo funny. Excellent job setting the scenes and giving life to the characters. I felt like I was there.
ReplyDeleteIt seems you have "animal magnetism"!
DeleteYes. A primary reason I rank job searching/jumping just under dental work performed while undergoing a vasectomy.
ReplyDeleteWhat do you stand for, god-dammit!!?
(A good read... thank you.)
Boy, this is a real love-fest. What you need to do is listen to my show and learn what real performance art sounds like!
DeleteA purely formalist approach to the short story above may impel the reader to impute the incestuous reveal at the story's conclusion as an affirmation of the antihero's inherent desolation. Anyway, I agree with CM ... it was good, real good.
ReplyDeleteOMG - it's not like she just did four hours of fantastic conservative talk radio! Puh-leeeze...
DeleteOy, what a megillah! I almost polished off two bottles of Manischewitz while reading this. Only reason I do this is because you are mishpocheh Snooki. And so I can look at that hot bubbe Dr Laura! :) Otherwise, I'm sure I could find a good bris to attend, they always have the best nosh.
ReplyDeleteYou really want to impress during an interview, throw your beytsim on the table and say that you are one of God's chosen people, drop the dry erase marker, and walk out. That's how you become the Hebrew Hammer!
Since we are on the subject of technical stuff, let me advertise my favorite new app, Yiddish Slang Dictionary (http://www.yiddishslangdictionary.com/). That way, the goys can follow along a home. It is a geschrei!
Yes, I'm gornisht helfn, but I will always be the Hammer! L'chaim my friends and until next time, Hammer out!!!!!
Save some of that Manischewitz for me! It must be good if you are calling DrLaura a "hot bubbe"!
DeleteSnooki, you know it bubelah! Of course, this is what happens when I drink too much Manischewitz (it's my jam): https://youtu.be/9v3xjf1kGlg
DeleteI'm only halfway through my staycation and I'm already down to this for reading material!? It's going to be a long summer...Ho Ho Ho! Just kidding.
ReplyDeleteActually, it was an interesting look at something I'll never do. I'd be great at it though. Here's a strategy to take the uncertainty out of it next time:
Step 1 - when you first meet your interviewer and shake his hand, slip him the gift he's been waiting for all year...
Step 2 - after the interview, when you shake his hand again, pull him close and whisper in his ear "I'll put you on 'My List' if you don't give me what I want!"
Step 3 - Success! You'll never want for milk and cookies again.
That's more like it - a passive-aggressive Santa! Will you come on my show?
DeleteWorking in a company that interviews often and interviews long, the value of bland-but-time-consuming queries cannot be underestimated. Perhaps you should write a book of such interview fillers, as I would certainly buy a copy.
ReplyDeleteOther than horrid flashbacks to my own interviews, most of which I am in the interviewer position, and not the interviewee, and am dying for the second interviewer to arrive, I very much enjoyed the story. Next time you have interviews, please ask your interviewers to pose for pictures so you can complete the picture. Although I feel you have described each very well here, wouldn't posing for pictures be the perfect bland-but-time-consuming task to eat up the interview time?
My candidacy doesn't leave me much time to write the book! Do you know of a ghostwriter that I could subcontract the work out to?
DeleteBTW, great suggestion about the pictures - I will put it in my "bag of tricks"!
A funny story yes.
ReplyDeleteBut it brings tears to my eyes that our careers (and selves) are measured by vacuous block diagrams; Venn charts that intersect our bullshit, misdirection, and manipulation; and generally pleasantries and ego stroking-time-wasting-banter. And can our career paths for which we take so much pride and identity really be so easily diverted by a universally inconsequential birthmark; were it not for premature baldness, would I have replaced Elon Musk at Tesla?
I'm rooting for the inquisitor, who clearly feels the same way as me about how we judge ourselves and our career. Did he learn more about Snooki in 30 seconds than the rest of us have to date?
Snooki. Step up and be true. Tell us what you really stand for.
With that impeccable bald pate, I think it more likely that you could (still) be the next Jeff Bezos! And I think you already know the answer to your question: As a Vice Presidential candidate, I am for the same things that you are!
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DeleteI have two words for you: Rush Limbaugh. 'nuff said.
DeleteSnooki, you speak for all of us with your thoughts and emotions roiling through your pointy head during the interview cum interrogation. Egads, a horrible thought - what if this were a mere foreshadowing of the 'interview' that Saint Peter and the angelic host will conduct on each of us in the antechamber to the Pearly Gates? That would be hell!
ReplyDeletePerhaps that final interview will be tough for the rest of you, but for Rush and me it will be smooth sailing!
Deletesucka! I would just have to walk in and shine my childish white teeth and all the ladies would be hitting the floor. And the cranky old guy? yeah I would be hitting on his daughter so hard that he would have to hire me to stop the begging. I'm just saying, some guys have all the luck - that's me.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the good old days!
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Incrediblonde ran into technical difficulties commenting, so I am passing on her thoughts:
ReplyDelete"The whole charade is a cock measuring contest, glad you came out on top ;)"
- Incrediblonde
This is a "summary judgment".
DeleteI just burnt my muffins... I'll chime in later!
ReplyDeleteGood thing it wasn't your croutons!
DeleteFor me, it's good to finally be the interviewee in front of the microphone on ESPN rather than the interviewer behind the mic, and worse than that, on the SEC Network!
ReplyDeleteTEBOW's BACK!
Yes - it's great that we're seeing more of you in the media! Let me know when you're ready to take the next step into the Mother of All Media - my show.
DeleteSounds like you aced the interview, Snooki! But I'm surprised you didn't have the answers to those surprise questions on the tip of your salty tongue:
ReplyDeleteInterviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Snooki: People who take videos of drunk girls on bikes.
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Snooki: Jersey, baby! Oh, and fostering human intelligence for the benefit of humanity.
For the rest of you who have trouble with those kind of interview questions, I'll share my trick. I like to imagine how my favorite Game of Thrones characters would respond. It doesn't help me come up with an answer, but it gives the appearance of thoughtful consideration, as if I truly think they are interesting questions. Here are some examples:
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Jon Snow: White men with blue eyes.
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Jon Snow: The Brotherhood of the Night's Watch!
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Arya Stark: Ser Amory, Queen Cersei, Chiswyck, The Mountain, Ilyn Payne, King Joffrey, Ser Meryn, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling, The Hound, The Tickler, and Weese
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Arya Stark: A girl stands for nothing.
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Daenerys Targaryen: Men who wear masks.
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Daenerys Targaryen: My dragons!
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Tyrion Lannister: People who start asking me questions without first offering me a cup of wine.
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Tyrion Lannister: Why, "The Realm", of course!
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Catelyn Stark: Wedding crashers.
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Catelyn Stark: Winter, which is coming by the way.
Interviewer: Tell me what kind of people you hate.
Theon Greyjoy: My name is Reek!
Interviewer: What do you stand for?
Theon Greyjoy: My name is Reek!
Hopefully this will help next time you are in a tricky interview situation.
Salty tongues are the best kind!
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