From my own personal job search horror stories, here's is something that might amuse you. This actually happened to me many moons ago.
I was in my early twenties. Aside from a part-time job during school I had never had a real job. During college I worked for a department store in the collections' department reminding customers to pay their credit card. This was during the 80s (I'm dating myself) prior to the crash of '87--money was plentiful, the job was easy.
Well, fast forward a few years later, having graduated and needing work, I figured I'd interview for a top notch collection firm in Boston. After all I was experienced reminding Mrs. Smith that she missed last months' payment on her husband's lawn mower, her thanking me, giving me payment right away and then having a half-hour conversation about their move back from their winter home and the mail being messed up. Well, as I would find out, this Boston firm was a bit more hard core. The "deadbeats" that my little department store couldn't handle went to places like this.
I've changed the names a bit for anonymity.
"Welcome to Stone and Quarter," said the man behind the conference table. He didn't bother to get up. "Have a seat."
He glossed over my resume then pushed it aside. He asked a few easy questions like what my major had been--after all he didn't read my resume--and then quickly went into a role play. He was the past due customer, me the bill collector.
"Ring, ring," he said. "Yeah, hello." He held his thumb to his ear and then talked into his pinky. "Well?" He looked at me as if I should begin.
"Oh...ah...this is kinda silly I mean you're right there. I'm not quit sure..."
"Do you want the job or not!" he said and shook his head.
"Ah, yes is Mister..." I said, beginning my part but not really sure what to call him. I couldn't remember his name. He had me so flustered.
"Just get to gist of it," he said as if offering me help.
"Okay..." I fidgeted in my chair and loosed my tie.
"I can't pay my @#cking bill. What are you going to do about it?"
Mrs. Smith's winter trips to Florida were nothing like this. "Ah, well sir there's no need to curse."
He dropped his pretend phone. "People curse all the time. If you can't handle it you're not good for the job."
I cleared my throat.
"Aren't you going to ask me for payment?" he said but didn't even let me respond. "You know what? You don't strike me as a bill collector. You remind of a writer or somebody whose face should be behind a book. You're not right for this line of work."
"Well then I guess the feeling is mutual," I said, grabbed my resume from his mahogany desk and stood up. "I wouldn't work here if you paid me all the @#cking money in the world."
Yes, it's true. And there are more job search horror stories I could share with you but I'll spare myself the humiliation at this time.
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