So far, I’ve only had two interviews. One was at the beginning of August before I even moved to Atlanta. I drove all the way down here from Tennessee for an interview with a public relations company. This was after I had a phone interview, passed that. And then did a 90-minute online assessment and passed that. So, I drove all the way from Tennessee, left early one morning, dress clothes loaded in the back of my car, and made it to Georgia with enough time to eat lunch, browse a few stores, and get ready in a Kroger bathroom before heading to my interview. There, they quizzed me about things I had no clue about. I got nervous and frustrated, and left feeling a little hot, a little in pain (thanks, heels) and a little dejected.
There were three women in the interview. One who was younger (a little older than me, late twenties/early thirties), and two who were late thirties, early forties aged. One of these two older women was the least friendly person there. She treated me like some little hometown girl with no clue about the makings of a “big-time” Atlanta PR company. She was abrasive, answered my questions for me when I didn’t answer in a satisfactory manner, and laughed at (not with) me when I tried to spice it up with a little humor.
What I don’t understand about these fancy companies like this, who think they are better than everyone else, fancier and more into what is hip and cutting edge, is that they seem to forget that their businesses revolve around people. We hometown, hillbilly, small city folk are the ultimate consumers, and, especially if you’re a marketing organization, shouldn’t you be working your butt off to cater to people like me? I understand that’s not the point of an interview; I know I should be catering to you, trying to sell myself. Regardless, that doesn’t mean I should be treated like a nobody as soon as the interview is over. I don’t understand how people forget that we’re all … human. People tell me that I don’t need to be working for an organization that doesn’t bother to reply to my emails, even a month later asking if they’ve filled the position. I think I agree. I’d rather be a landscaper than work for someone who doesn’t appreciate me for who I am and the talents I most definitely possess.
I had another interview yesterday. This one was a little different than the one before. It wasn’t for a particular job, but instead for what my mom calls a “head hunter.” Essentially, these people have businesses in which other companies pay them to fill vacant positions. So an organization will say, “We need a temp accountant while our main accountant is on maternity leave,” and this lady finds a few candidates to interview for the job, and the organization chooses its temp accountant from that group.
It was a little weird. The interview lasted around 30 minutes (maybe less) and involved me making a 10-second video of me saying, “My name is Carolyn. Thanks for taking the time to review my resume, and I hope to talk to you in the near future.” Then she will forward my video to employers along with my application/resume, and hope that they can’t resist my young and fresh face… We’ll see.
I have another interview tomorrow with a tutoring company that goes to people’s homes and tutors their children. It’s more of a part-time job, but we’ll see how it works out. I’m crossing my fingers that something will come available soon!