Written at 10PM on 9/2/11
I am sleepy at only 10pm because I woke up at the literal buttcrack of dawn (only half literal). I decided to take a shower even though that wasn't in the original plan, but I figured having my hair down for the interview would look nice and do well for overall presentation. I was realitively calm getting to the place with minor difficulty parking and finding the office in amongst quite a few other companies, but I made it as far as the door and realized it was locked.
There was an intercom next to the door but I was being a bit chicken shit to use it so I just waited for the people at the desk to see me which didn't take to long. Signed a document, tried to lay out my hand so my palms could dry, and then I was ushered into a room with two women. They asked me the more standard interview questions, "describe a time you used your skills to calm an upset customer or co-worker", that type. It went well and they passed me off to the Vice President. She seemed to like me too, asking more casual questions like if I had any writing experience I could declare considering the writing intensive nature of the job.
Then it was the final meet with the President. My one hiccup occurred when he asked who interviewed me and I could not remember the names of the first two ladies and he kept saying the name of the Vice President as I was trying to explain who they were. I knew the Vice President's name, but only because I was glancing at it from the waiting area in between all those interviews. I don't remember names first off unless I associate them with something or they are unique. I remember the Secretary was Diane and who I assumed was the personal Secretary of the President was Lucretia. So I don't know how badly that affected my chances and I don't know when to expect to hear from them. It has made me a pissy bitch all day. I am surprised a customer didn't make a complaint.
I am sleepy at only 10pm because I woke up at the literal buttcrack of dawn (only half literal). I decided to take a shower even though that wasn't in the original plan, but I figured having my hair down for the interview would look nice and do well for overall presentation. I was realitively calm getting to the place with minor difficulty parking and finding the office in amongst quite a few other companies, but I made it as far as the door and realized it was locked.
There was an intercom next to the door but I was being a bit chicken shit to use it so I just waited for the people at the desk to see me which didn't take to long. Signed a document, tried to lay out my hand so my palms could dry, and then I was ushered into a room with two women. They asked me the more standard interview questions, "describe a time you used your skills to calm an upset customer or co-worker", that type. It went well and they passed me off to the Vice President. She seemed to like me too, asking more casual questions like if I had any writing experience I could declare considering the writing intensive nature of the job.
Then it was the final meet with the President. My one hiccup occurred when he asked who interviewed me and I could not remember the names of the first two ladies and he kept saying the name of the Vice President as I was trying to explain who they were. I knew the Vice President's name, but only because I was glancing at it from the waiting area in between all those interviews. I don't remember names first off unless I associate them with something or they are unique. I remember the Secretary was Diane and who I assumed was the personal Secretary of the President was Lucretia. So I don't know how badly that affected my chances and I don't know when to expect to hear from them. It has made me a pissy bitch all day. I am surprised a customer didn't make a complaint.
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