It warms my heart to know that I am not the only one out there that has some crazy adventures. Here is my friend Julie as my very first guest blogger with an entertaining adventure of her own…so read on and prepare to laugh (and possibly cry) at what sounds like a job opportunity no one should miss out on!
As I was sitting in a large faded periwinkle room on an oversized black leather couch, watching Music Choice- Best of RAP on a large flat screen TV, with a receptionist wannabe HR Manager sitting at the oversized beat up and falling apart particleboard desk answering calls in the center of the room, I didn’t know… It can get worse!??? But at this moment I did realize it was time to choose my own adventure, later I would question this choice as I was standing in my “corner” of a gas station.
Day One.. So how did I end up in the periwinkle room behind the scuffed up primed interior door? I answered a job posting ad for a new company, urgent to expand and opening an additional office. After a phone call I found myself in what I thought to be an “eclectic” office building lobby, as you walk in you find antique buffets, large house plants and oriental rugs across Saltillo tiles. The lobby is not well-lit as you walk back to the elevator, definitely for the best. Pressing the button, it takes 3-4 minutes for the elevator to arrive and I wonder should I have taken the stairs? The elevator doors open and I find another oriental rug (filthy, disgustingly stained and worn) across tile again, not until I step inside and find that half of the elevator buttons are missing do I confirm, I should have taken the stairs. I check the elevator permit (ohh yes I did!) and it was inspected in December 10, 2010 however it seems as though this may be the original prototype when elevators were invented. I’m thankful that my floor has a button! The doors close and I find myself staring at the tile.. in an elevator, with a rug? I’m not kidding real tile, how much could that weigh? How much do I weigh? Is this elevator going to make it???
Thankfully the doors open, I turn to find the suite number, an office containing my new career! Isn’t that what you are supposed to tell yourself.. Confidence, I own this interview, positive thoughts bring positive results!! And then I’m in the periwinkle room listening to RAP.. (did I mention I don’t really like RAP). I admit that sitting on the oversized leather couch was a mistake, who the hell can get out of those things and in a suit?? I felt like I was 14 again in my beanbag but for an interview I should have sat in one of the 20 black office chairs set up around the walls of the room, lesson learned, inspect your surroundings prior to making a decision. So here I sit on the leather sofa next to a very well dressed man, there are approx. 4 other people in the room. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I am the oldest one in the room, including the wannabe HR Manager answering the phones and turning up the music to jam to. I’m 30 minutes early (as it is always important to appear at an interview early) for my 10 am interview, so I fill out my form and prepare to jam out for the next 20 minutes, so I think.. 60 minutes later, I am the last person in the room and Chris, (still younger than me) performing the interviews calls me back behind the factory primed door to the brain of the operations.
Behind the door it gets soooo much better, there is still bright blue carpet (indoor/outdoor special, they must have gotten a 10% off coupon at Depot) but now there is even louder RAP music playing on a stereo system hand-picked by a teenager in the 90’s. I follow Chris back to an office that overlooks the freeway interchange outside (may I just say this was the most visually appealing experience of my interview). Chris proceeds to ask me the top 3 reasons he should pick me over all of the candidates. He explains that they are a marketing company, work with 18 Fortune 500 Companies.. He assures me that this is not a cold call sales company that they market at events for their clients. He advises that I cannot be hired on the spot that there is a 3 step hiring process; we make arrangements for me to come back the next morning for the second interview, all of this taking less than 5 minutes. I thank him for his time and plan to see him tomorrow but first I think I’d like to know “who is this company”?
Keep in mind the following.. I am not told how much the pay is, I’m not told what position I am applying for (he did say that within 3-6 months I can become a Manager), I am told to dress exactly the same for day two and bring a notebook..
I go home and start to Google this company (I find nothing), the address (it lists two different companies), each company name (a subsidiary of a subsidiary, etc..) SO I now know I have an interview with????? Wait, I have no idea. This is the second time today I say, what the hell? But really what else was I going to do today.
Day two.. I arrive only 10 minutes before my interview time (I’ve learned my lesson).. but because I’m concerned about being late, I hurry to the elevator not thinking of the deathtrap until I’m glaring at that one of a kind oriental rug as I go to the 3rd floor. Damn, I think to myself, I was supposed to take the stairs. I enter the office, sign in, and sit in an office chair. There are a total of 8 other people in the room as we all wait.. as we wait.. and as we wait! This time I have been waiting for 45 minutes? Finally a girl (definitely not over 21) and I are called back for the second interview, to that same office with a view. At this point I would like to tell you I have figured out a few things over the last two days, the second interview will be at a separate location taking approx. 2 hours; the girl I am now “interviewing” with does not have a car.
A few things I ask myself afterwards..
After I thanked my “interviewer” for her time and politely wished her the best of luck, should I have grabbed the other girl and pulled a Thelma and Louise? I wish the best of luck to Alexandra, hopefully after 18 months of window washing she will finally become a manager!