A while ago, I applied for a job as a 3D-assistant. I can do that, I figured. The description of the job and subsequent application went through a large site that deals with everything from selling houses to pencils. And job listings.
I was summoned to the interview, both by phone and an e-mail through finn.no’s system.
With a spring in my step, I bounced to the given address, and found the company in question. A cup of coffee, some chit-chat, and off we went. “We are a small company”, the guy says. “so the work is diverse, you’d have to do lots of different things”. All good with me; I prefer variety. “Outsourcing”, he says. “marked analysis”, he says. I followed as well as I could, but attempting to steer a little towards methods, tools and processes; closer to my heart and attention. Trying to figure out what and how exactly my place and job as a 3D assistant would pan out.
“Do you know our four major competitors?” says he. “no” I say. “Well, you should.”
At this point I am a little frustrated. I cannot entirely see that a 3D-assistants first priority should be knowing that. Surely, I’d learn that within the first day. I’d rather hear and talk about software, processes, workflow, cooperation. About quality. He goes on. And on. And on. About marked strategies, quizzing me on what and how I would grab marked shares from competitors, how would I do it? What other markeds could I see for this company? How would I expand it? How would I get the customers? Do I have the drive for this?
A small gnome in my head tries to get my attention; there is something wrong here. A little nagging feeling that something is not right. But an interview is a stressful situation, I answer to the best of my abilities, on Q’s about outsourcing, time zones, marked shares.
I try to talk about files. About the technology behind. I try to say that a lot of these questions I cannot answer properly, without knowing the processes and methods in the company. On and on. Nag, nag, goes the little gnome.
I am getting increasingly frustrated. All of a sudden, the interview is over. I politely bid them goodbye, they say the standard “we will call you next week”.
I am rather frustrated, but have no-one to blame but myself; I realise I have not done a good job. A long discussion in my head on the way home. What happened, how could I do so badly, when it seemed I should easily manage to get myself across as sensible and useful? Nag, nag.
Back at home, the little gnome gets me to double check the mail I got. It is tagged, from the job-marked site, both in subject field and footer: “regarding application for “3d-assistant” code 24732471″. Seems I fucked up :-(
The little gnome goes “paste that code in the url, paste that code in the url, paste that code in the url”.
Weeeell! Will you look at that…!
That was an entirely different kettle of fish. The ad had been changed, and this time around the title was not 3D-assistant, but “project management and global outsourcing”.
Not really interchangeable.
We had all been sensible and relevant. Same time, same place. Just not the same interview.
So it goes.
I mailed them about the mistake. In fact, all was dead silence. I admit I got pissed off; they could have said “ups, sorry”. I left it for a long time, then mailed them, and said I thought they owed me an apology, as it is stressful enough to be applying for jobs, if not also have to keep track of various companies every idiot move.
He replied. He justified himself, and said “the ad was not (in the original version) there for long. The position has been filled.”
Why is it so fucking hard to say sorry? Because the company wanted to save tiny money, not paying for another ad, he makes it look like I am the idiot.
Fuck you very much.
“Ups, sorry, our mistake” would have been fine with me. The curious thing is that they summoned me to an interview for project management and global outsourcing, on the basis of an application as a 3d assistant.
Professional, they are not.