I had a helluva day today. For those of you that have been keeping up with this blog – first, thank you – but you know I have been unemployed for a little over a month. I have just recently started looking to get back into the swing of things. There is that moment when you get a call quickly, it seems to be a cool situation but then you go in for the interview and you are kind of left wondering what the hell happened.
I found this job listing for data entry. It seemed fine and the specifics seemed ideal. Monday through Friday with no weekends. Nothing beyond data entry and had to be a relatively fast typist. I applied on Friday and got the interview call on Monday for Tuesday. Normally, I don’t usually do a lot of interviews. Not to brag, but I usually nail it. The area was very business professional. Not too far from home. Just seemed like a good set-up.
So, I walked in and the place was strange. When I stepped off the elevator, the hallway was beautiful. Well-lit and professional paint job. Once I walked through the door of the office, it was like I stepped through to Narnia – and not in a good way.
The reception area was very drab with grey fabric lining on the wall. The “receptionist” was, from what I gathered, part of the call center. A small couch to sit and in the reception area, there was some guy’s desk and he was taking calls. He got loud and kind rude to whoever he was speaking with. The red flags started right there.
The main person I was to meet with walks me back to his “office”. However, on my way through the main portion of the office, stuff was scattered on the floor. Stations for the callers were set-up in anywhere that there was space. The people seemed unhappy and cramped. When I went into the interviewer’s office, it was an office with a phone rep, tucked in a corner (who had volume control issues) and two other people on shitty work stations lined against the opposite wall.
I began to wonder what the hell just happened. What did I walk into?
I took the typing test and asked me if I had worked with Access and Excel. I said I had familiarity with those programs but am quick to learn. After that, we discuss the position for a quick minute and began asking me about my blogging and podcast. He looked it up and began to tell me what I should be doing to get more hits from Google. He was saying that I should be on Google business, even though we are not technically a business.
It was a moment that you understand that either this person didn’t know how to end an interview or that he loved to believe he was a know-it-all. He had asked me about coding and more technical questions that had no relation to data entry. It, almost, seemed like he was thinking that maybe I could handle more than one position. Probably but not for what he was offering as pay.
He may have gotten annoyed when he asked me about coding. I said for my site, I have done some minor coding – even though my resume said blogging and content creation – to which he dismissed minor coding. “I do some minor coding and I usually screw it up, so I don’t count that.” Which bothered me to the point that I said, “when I do it, I don’t screw it up.”
I immediately began to wonder what had happened. From the change of subject, I figured this wasn’t going to happen. After a few minutes of continuous garbage about what I should be doing on my site, I just cut him off and thanked him for his time. He seemed a bit shocked at my reaction. I said, “have a great day.” I quietly rose and walked out of the office.
Upon leaving the office and making my way down the elevator, I began to feel depressed. As if I had done something wrong. The variables were there, in aspect of ideal location, hours yadda-yadda-yadda, but it was a waste of time. I was disappointed in the opportunity in the external elements and not the internal. To put it simply: I was disappointed that it would not work out to get the pay check, rather than the job itself. Am I hunting for the paycheck or the rewarding job?
I should have known something was up. When I was called for the interview, I wasn’t excited. I was not happy about getting the interview. Something felt off about everything. As Adam said, “seems like you dodged a bullet.” Yes, money is going to be extremely tight if I don’t grab something soon. However, I can focus on the cause and not the symptom.
If I need money and that is what I am looking for: there are things I can do for that. I need to reevaluate my focus. If money is my chief concern, then I should look for things that will solve that issue if a job is elusive. My mind is of the belief that a job will solve all my problems. It won’t. I can even do some part-time work to supplement until I find something I want.
I have done many jobs that I needed to get through. Or taken positions because I can do it in my sleep. I think it’s high time I take a job I want and will be happy with. Nothing is perfect but if you don’t dread going to it every day, then I think that is a win.