My first interview was definitely an experience.
I got an e-mail, from a company, let’s call them X
So X e-mailed me and I went online to dig up what I could find about them.
I had applied through a job search engine type website, I want to say Zip Recruiter.
Anyway, that was the only real place I could find this company.
I mean they had their own website, but anyone can make a website, and I found that a bit odd.
I gave up looking online for X and decided that I would go on the interview anyway to get back into the groove of things.
I kid you not I thought I was going to die when I was walking to the company office. The parking garage was beyond tiny. I am only 5’ 5” and with my 2” heels I could easily touch the pipes and roofing of the parking structure.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I got into the elevator and actually had a panic moment. The walls of the elevator were padded like a service elevator. In hindsight that is probably what it was, but still…
The elevator space was roughly 2 x 4 with walls that looked like mattress padding. I took a snapchat of myself and said something like “this is where I die.” I wish I had saved that to share with you guys.
The trip to the office from my car was sketchy and did not put me in a good frame of mind. I get into the hallway, walk to X suite, and tried to shake off the past 10 min.
I walk in and was not at all surprised to see a rather eclectic waiting area.
The office was home to multiple companies, which I have never seen before, but I know it isn’t uncommon. What was weird to me was the chanting coming from beyond the waiting area. They kept saying things like ‘get money’.
While they were chanting and I was waiting I began to analyze the room and became very fixated on small details.
Let me paint you a picture.
First glance around the room you see mismatched brown pleather sofa and chairs, different wooden side tables and receptionist desk, a mess of cords under the desk and dingy carpet.
The paint on the walls was done rather poorly. They had attempted to paint a blue border at the top of the wall, and let’s just say that they should have stuck with a single color.
They did have these cool silver clocks behind the desk that I assume were the times of different major cities, but I am not positive.
The amount of people coming in and out of the office was also strange to me. Seriously people were in and out the entire 25 – 30 min I was waiting. Also weird, the receptionist left with 3 people sitting and waiting for interviews.
I stopped looking up every time someone walked by and stared at a blue post-it that was crumpled up on the floor behind the silver chair legs on one of the pleather chairs across from me.
At this point I was taken over by weird vibes. I was texting my mom saying how uncomfortable I was.
It took over 15 min for my interviewer to acknowledge that I was even there. He handed me a clipboard to fill out and disappeared for another 10 min. I was sufficiently annoyed at this point as I had been sitting close to a half hour feeling uncomfortable.
A female came and took the paper from me and greeted me. Turns out she was my actual interviewer. She was very nice, and it calmed me down a little bit. Her office wasn’t as sketchy as the rest of the suite so I was able to focus on the task at hand.
The interview went well. I got back into a confident mindset, and the business itself was interesting. Unfortunately, I was not really looking for a sales type position. The job boiled down to working in a mall kiosk asking for people to donate to certain foundations I will not name. Not really what I want to do.
I finished the interview and went back to my car. I pretty much ran through the parking garage because it was so creepy. The parking spaces were so tight that I skidded against a wall…. -.-
It’s a good thing my sister had already side swiped my car so I didn’t care a whole lot when I scraped it again.
I paid for my parking and drove OUTTT of there.
I got a call the next day but declined the second round interview.
Just not for me. Sorry X
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