Category: Job Seekers


Making A Communication Insinuation

| UK | Job Seekers

(Somebody recruiting me has called me. Although I didn’t catch the company name, the woman asks so many pointless questions about my personal situation that I think I am taking a survey, so I’m speaking casually, but also am confused as to what this is about. I’ll admit I have trouble talking on the phone because it takes me a few seconds to think of what to say. I don’t remember most of the questions but I do remember this.)

Caller: “How long have you been out of work for?”

Me: “I haven’t had a paid job.”

Caller: “That’s since…”

(A minute of talking later.)

Caller: “Have you checked the email we sent you with three videos?”

(This is when it clicks that this is indeed for a job.)

Me: *after a few seconds* “I don’t remember. I’ll open up my inbox.”

Caller: “Have I called at a bad time? Because I have hundreds of people to call and you’re not communicating.”

(I don’t know how on earth I’m supposed to respond to that. All I know is that I definitely don’t want to work for these people.)

Caller: “Do you want me to send an email with the videos?”

Me: “No. I’m good.”

Caller: “Yeah, I don’t think you’re the sort of person we’re looking for.”

(I know you can’t judge a company by one employee, but I think my bad communication skills saved me on this one.)


An Interview Boo-Boo

| Birmingham, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Job Seekers, Liars/Scammers

(This was back when I was searching for a job. I’d signed up to a job seeking site and as a result a company had called me offering an interview for a position. I got past the initial interview process and was offered a chance to shadow a team the next day with a promise of a final interview at the end of the day if I’m interested in joining up.)

Supervisor: “Hey, [My Name]! You may not remember me. We both worked on [university radio station] a few years ago. As soon as I saw your name I knew I wanted you to follow my team.”

(I’d seen him maybe twice while I volunteered at my university’s station and his enthusiasm was a bit creepy but I dismissed it.)

Supervisor: “Right! Time to get on the bus!”

(I’m a little confused as I wasn’t 100% on what the position was but I’d been led to believe it was office based and wondered why we were getting on a bus but thought it best just to go with it for now.)

Supervisor: *as he points out which bus we need to get* “You may want to invest in a bus pass. You’ll be getting a lot of buses for this job but today, a day ticket will do.”

(So we all follow him on and after being on the bus for about ten minutes.)

Supervisor: “Oh, s***! We got the wrong bus! We were supposed to turn down that street! Quick press the button! Press the button!”

(We all pile off and start to head back the way the bus had come.)

Me: *noticing that I’m the only one wearing non-flat shoes* “Well how long are we going to have to walk? Not too long, I hope.”

Supervisor: “Two minutes tops.”

(Twenty minutes later we arrive at a small local shopping-centre where the most high-end shop is a pound store.)

Supervisor: *when we get to an empty kiosk area* “All right, team! To work!”

Me: “So, what am I supposed to do?”

Supervisor: “Watch the magic happen.”

(So I sit there for approximately four hours watching this group of five people try and sign up strangers to give a weekly donation via direct debit to the charity du jour and if they sign someone up, they tell the supervisor who puts a tick next to their name on a tally sheet. They’re allowed to take a five minute toilet break every couple hours but they’re staggered, except the supervisor, who disappears for half an hour and comes back with a sandwich.)

Supervisor: “Right, [My Name], it’s time to hear about your career prospects.”

Me: “What about the others?”

Supervisor: “What about them?”

Me: “Don’t they have to get their sign ups verified by you?”

Supervisor: “Oh, they won’t sign anyone up.”

(He then spends about half an hour explaining how, within a year of starting with them, I could become a manager like he will in about a month’s time. When we come back, he encourages me to talk to his team before coming to him with my final verdict.)

Supervisor: *at the end* “So, what do you think? Ready to go for that final interview?”

Me: “No.”

Supervisor: “Don’t be nervous. I think you’re a real contender. You’ve got the right attitude.”

Me: “I mean I’m not interested in working with your company.”

Supervisor: “What?! Why?!”

Me: “You said that if I’m successful I’m expected to start tomorrow morning. No time to seriously consider whether or not this is the right job for me. Second, you had no idea where we were going this morning, and I have blisters because you told us to get on the wrong bus. Your attitude towards your potential customers is completely wrong—”

Supervisor: “It is not!”

Me: “One of your team chased an old lady, who said she wasn’t interested in hearing his talk, to try and force her to listen.”

Supervisor: “Which one? I can fire him.”

Me: “I don’t blame him. Not when you’ve all told me that if you don’t sign people up you don’t get paid.”

Supervisor: “It makes our staff motivated.”

Me: “No, it makes them shell out for travel and give up their time to you for nothing. Do you realise that [Team Member #1] has been working for you for over a week and spent £20 (~$28) on travel but not earned a single penny back.”

Supervisor: “She’s new; she’s not in the swing of it yet. Did you ask [Team Member #2] what he earns? Much better indicator of the job.”

Me: “There’s also the fact that nobody gets a lunch break, which I’m pretty sure is illegal.”

Supervisor: “They can eat and work!”

Me: “Not if you aren’t paying them. Look, I really need a reliable income where I’m working 40+ hours a week and I know I’m getting money that is worth my time. Time which is honestly better spent looking for better jobs than this one. I’m not going for that interview. Not even if you pay me, which I doubt you will. Goodbye.”

Supervisor: *as I walk away* “Yeah, well, I didn’t think you were a good fit for this company anyway!”

(I ran into the ‘new girl’ a couple weeks later, working with a different team. Apparently higher-ups found out about them not getting breaks, and the supervisor’s team was disbanded and reassigned. And despite working for them for three weeks and spending over £60 (~$85) on travel to work for these guys, she still hadn’t earned any money.)


Age Before Beauty

| USA | Job Seekers, New Hires

(I own a small business and have advertised for a new receptionist because my former one had moved out of state. I’m wearing my coveralls over my suit because I have just been to a super store to buy supplies in bulk for my business. I come out of my office with a dolly and roll it past two women waiting to be interviewed. I go to my truck and unload the supplies and then roll them up to the front door. The elder of the two women is standing by the door holding it open so I can roll my supplies in.)

Older Woman: “Do you need to be checked-in? I saw a hand-held scanner on the desk and can check you in if you need me to.”

Me: “You know how to use a hand-held?”

Older Woman: “Yes, I used to check-in vendors at my last job all the time.”

(She goes to the reception desk and picks up the hand held scanner and asks what the name on the invoice is as well as the invoice number and the amount on the invoice. Then she expertly scans each item as I call out the amount per item etc. This goes on for a few moments and then the phone rings.)

Older Woman: *to younger woman* “Would you get that, please, so I can finish checking in this vendor?”

Younger Woman: “No, why should I? I don’t work here.”

(The older woman politely excuses herself and goes to the desk and answers the phone, telling the person on the other end that Mr. My Name isn’t in and could she take a message? She takes the message, including the caller’s name and phone number, leaves it on the desk, and then comes back to me to finish checking me in.)

Me: *to the two women* “I’m going to take these supplies back to the supply closet and see if Mr. [My Name] is back yet. Sometimes he comes in by the back way.”

(I go to my office, take off my coveralls to reveal my suit, and peek my head around the door. I point to the older of the two women and tell her the boss will see her.)

Me: *to the older woman* “As far as I’m concerned, you’re hired.”

(We chat a little bit and I tell her how impressed I am by her professionalism.)

Older Woman: “Thank you, sir. I love irony. Out there while we were waiting, [Younger Woman] told me you’d take one look at her and hire her on the spot based on her looks alone.”

Me: “Please send her in now. I want to make sure she understands why I won’t hire someone as unhelpful as she is.”

(I hired the older woman and am happy to announce that she was the best receptionist I ever had. She worked for me for 14 years until she retired.)


That’s Some Interesting Personal Interests

| Detroit, MI, USA | Job Seekers, Language & Words

(I’m the problem here. However, this particular client is very quiet.)

Client: *typing resume* “How do you spell “anus”?”

Me: *gives weird look* “Um… A-N-U-S.”

Client: *gives weird look right back* “Heinous”.

Me: “Oh.”


Never Graduated Past The Interview

| CA, USA | Job Seekers

(It is the summer of 2011. I have recently graduated from university and am looking for at least a part-time job. I decide to apply for a position at a toy store that’s been in my hometown for years, and I am called in for an interview. I am first interviewed by the store owner’s daughter, and everything seems to be going well until…)

Owner’s Daughter: “Okay, great! You seem like you’d be an awesome fit. My mother would like to talk to you, though, before you leave.”

Me: “Okay, sure. No problem.”

(The owner shows up, and she does not look particularly thrilled to speak with me; in fact, she looks downright disgruntled. She sits down in front of me without even shaking my hand or saying hello.)

Owner: “Okay, let me just ask you a few questions and then you can be on your way.”

Me: “Sounds good.”

Owner: “So, it says here on your résumé that you just graduated from college.”

Me: “Yes, I did. Just a month ago.”

Owner: “So you’re no longer in school.”

Me: “Nope.”

Owner: “And you’re not going back at the end of the summer.”

Me: “Well… no. I’m done with school. I graduated.”

Owner: “Are you sure?”

Me: *perplexed* “Yes. I am absolutely sure I graduated from college and won’t be returning at the end of summer.”

Owner: “It’s just that we’ve gotten some employees in the past who said they were all done with college, and by August, they quit and went back to school. I don’t want that happening again.”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Owner: “So I want to make sure you’re telling me the truth.”

(By this point, I am absolutely flabbergasted by this woman’s complete and utter distrust of me. In fact, by the tone of her voice, she sounds downright accusatory. However, I keep my cool and stay polite.)

Me: “Well, you won’t have to worry. I assure you that I’ve graduated from college and I won’t be going back.”

Owner: *hesitantly* “All right, then. We’ll get back to you.”

(Not only did I not get hired, but also, when I tried contacting the owner asking what the status was on the job, I either was connected to voicemail or never received an email response. For about six months afterward, whenever I went to a job interview, I would always bring a copy of my college transcript to show the interviewer just in case they were paranoid that I was lying about my education. Turned out I dodged a bullet, anyway — I learned later that it was an absolute nightmare to work at that store, and the owner was always seeking new employees due to a high turnover rate!)

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