The Job Interview from Hell

For those of you who know me in my personal life, you know that I had a job interview yesterday (Friday). What was difficult for me to explain at the time was how much of a cluster fuck it was from the very beginning. Instead of telling everyone individually, I’ve decided to blog about it instead.

I wake up at 6:50 in the morning after only getting about four and a half hours of sleep. That part was my fault, and I accept full responsibility for it. After fighting with my child, I finally manage to get the two of us ready and out to my friend Arwen. Which, by the way, a HUGE thank you goes to Arwen for A). Agreeing to watch her at the last minute and B). Waking up super early to watch her.

I leave Arwen’s, drive in the opposite direction to the interview which, as I learned, was about 20 minutes away from where I live. Not a terrible drive, and it is a distance I am used to driving.

I was told to meet a woman at 9 AM, and I arrived at the store at 8:45. I walked in, she wasn’t there yet. No problem, I was early. They’d just opened a diner across the street, so she was probably caught up over there. Not a problem in the least. I walked back outside and waited. And waited. And waited. 9:20 rolls around, and a woman pokes her head out of the door. “Were you here for an interview?” “Yes, ma’am, I am.” “What time were you told to be here?” “I was told to be here by 9.” “Oh. Okay.” She turns and walks back inside. Well….alriiight. I look back across the street and a few moments later I see a pregnant woman get into a car, and drive across the street and park beside me. “Are you Rebekah?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good, follow me, please.” Okay, this must be the woman I’m looking for. Awesome.

I follow her from the front of the store, all the way to the back of the store where she hands me off to the woman who’d poked her head out of the door in the first place. So…why was I left standing outside? Alright, no problem. The conversation between us goes as follows:

“Is there any shift you absolutely cannot work?”
“I would prefer evenings, but if I have to, I can work mornings.””Can you work graveyard?”
“I don’t want to, but if that is absolutely the only shift available, then I can.”
“We have a store on Goodwill Road that needs a person on graveyard.”
“I don’t know the area that well, so I’m not sure where that is.”
“Oh, don’t worry. It isn’t very far.”

I was then led inside and handed an application. After filling out everything, I then was required to do math (with no calculator. Flashbacks to high school started in my head), but I was proud of myself. I only got one problem wrong and I was only off by a dollar. (Hey, they didn’t say I couldn’t check my math with a calculator).

She sits down to talk to me a few moments later, asking me the usual questions. “Tell me about yourself. What are you strengths? What are you biggest issues with coworkers?” etc. I handle it all with ease and grace I didn’t know I possessed. I even made her laugh!

She tells me that she’s made her decision, but she wants another opinion. The opinion happened to come from her sister. While we wait for her sister to come over, she begins explaining to me about the other store. Which, as you may recall, she explained was not far. “It’s completely crazy over there. I don’t really go over there much anymore, and they have no managers for graveyard.” You’re really going to send someone who hasn’t worked since 2007 to a store with no structure? Really?

A few moments later, her sister wanders over. She’s the obvious shy type, and I mean EXTREME shy. Can’t look me in the eye, twitches a bit, etc.

“You’re really willing to travel from your home to Goodwill Road?”
“Well, as I was explaining to her -points to interviewer- I’m not familiar with the area, so I don’t really know where that is.”
“That’s Exit 31.”
“….Excuse me…?”
Basically, add on an extra 20 miles from where I live. Comes to a grand total of about 40 minutes. Working graveyard where I won’t get off work until 6 AM. Uhhh no. So I told her I wasn’t interested in that.
“Oh, I’m not going to hire you over there. That isn’t practical at all. -She turns to look at her sister- Don’t we still need someone here?”
“Yeah, at the store across the street.”
Why didn’t you tell me that to begin with instead of trying to send me 20 miles in the opposite direction?
“Well, I’ll have to talk to them and see if they need anyone over there, then get you set up. Thank you for coming, we’ll be in touch.”
So…I’m being dismissed….So much for “Guaranteed job”….So I stand, give them my best smile and thank them for their time. Finally I ask them “Do you know how long it will be before I know something?”
“You’ll know by Monday.”

O_O Okay…

So I leave. I drive back to my house to get something to drink. At this point I am rather angry. I was lied to, passed to a new person, lied to again, passed to another person, and then dismissed. Kay. So I drive back to my friend Arwen’s house, and decide to sit and chat with her. In the time it took me to get to Arwen’s, they’d called again. No voicemail though, so I assumed it was them. My phone goes off again a little bit later but I wasn’t able to get it. So when it goes off a third time, I grab the phone and rush out. The conversation goes as follows:

“Hello, is this Rebekah?”
“This is she.”
“Hi, this is -interviewer-. I was wondering if you could start Sunday?”
“What time on Sunday?”
“We’ll need you here at 6 AM for three days of training.”
“Can I be guaranteed evening shifts?”
-She gets a horrible attitude.- “Well not for training. Those girls on evening shift don’t know what they are doing and they aren’t qualified for training you. One has been here for a week, the other has been here for three weeks. There are things you need to know that can only be taught on morning.”
“Ma’am, that isn’t what I meant. I meant after training was done, will I be guaranteed evenings?”
“I don’t know what you’ll work but you’ll probably have to work graveyards. I don’t know when, you might only work it a few days out of the week but yeah you’ll work graveyards.”
“Can I call you back so I have time to think about my options and discuss this with someone?”
“-exasperated sigh- Look, I don’t have all day. In fact, I’m not even going to be here in the next hour. When were you thinking about calling me back?”
“Probably this afternoon, but I was under the impression that I would have until Monday.”
“Well I need to know now. If you don’t want this, then tell me right now so I can move on to other people who want the job.”

Quick run down so far: Lied to, passed to a different person, lied to again, passed to a different person, dismissed, had someone pop an unnecessary attitude with me, and now she’s essentially saying “Make up your mind or you don’t get another chance.” So not having any options at that point, I told her I could guarantee sunday but I wasn’t sure about any other day.

“Fine, just let me know and we’ll reschedule if we have to. See you Sunday.” -click-

I realize that I am not in the position to make demands. I am not in the position to even really be picky. But if these people can’t even get the hiring process right, and they are already acting like complete bitches to me, how the hell am I supposed to work with and for them? How am I supposed to trust anything they say?

It is rather sad when an applicant is more professional than the people interviewing them. The interviewer kept texting while interviewing me, and the other manager couldn’t even look me in the eyes. How the hell did they get to be managers? UGH.

I deserve a bit of respect. I need money, yes, but I don’t need it badly enough to be treated like shit before I’ve even gotten the job and been officially hired. This is just ridiculous bullshit.

So that’s the story of the worst job interview in history.


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