The Job Interview
I will call my esteemed bank manager next week. I need money for a reward. I might give you $0,000,000 Euros if you name one movie where people waiting for a job interview talk to each other.
The few movies I’ve seen have characters sitting in the reception area, heads down, clutching C.V’s, but don’t let that fool you. They are all checking out each other.
‘She won’t get the job, not with all that borrowed hair.’
‘Such funk! Doesn’t he use men’s cologne? That job has my name on it.’
Jobless of the world unite. Instead of talking to each other, sharing stories about interviews from hell, they sit there like Egyptian mummies and silently curse each other for one dry bone.
Maybe they are scared of the receptionist. Receptionists are like poor cousins in companies, so intimidating job-seekers is a power trip. They never smile or introduce themselves like in restaurants. ‘Hi. I’m Sunny, your waiter.’
Job-seekers should pass around mobile phones, punch in numbers and names while the receptionist is busy adding Google + followers or chatting with her boyfriend on the phone.
They can meet for coffee after the interview. Who knows? They might discover that they have a lot in common. Only one will get the job, but she/he will know exactly who to call when there is a part-time or permanent position, somewhere down the road.
‘You are next,’ says Madame Receptionist.