It’s a day of excitement… A day of nervous anticipation… A day of limitless potential… A day that could lead to “new beginnings“…
The Interview.
A drug test, 2 days of orientation, and six months later and you’re right back where you started… Sitting at another desk, working for another jacked company, complaining to another coworker, and scouring the job boards for another… something. Another… anything.
It’s an endless cycle.
Rinse. Lather. Repeat.
Sure you’re making 10% more… But you went out to dinner to celebrate and then there’s the new clothes you bought for the interview.
Do the math – You’re right back where you started.
Still paying that high interest credit card debt and those mountainous student loans.
Think about what you’re doing… 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. And for what? A new outfit? A fancy new phone?
Your ancestors chased animals across the plains. They started fire with rocks. They painted on the walls of caves.
You sit in a chair. At a desk. In front of a computer.
RAGE.
If you haven’t punched your monitor – Now is probably a good time.
Breathe… Count to ten… Exhale…
You’ve got a few choices.
You didn’t choose door number one… Stand up and walk out.
You’ve still got doors two and three… Turn off your mind and be a good “worker bee”. Join the Office Evil Militia and start some mayhem.
Mayhem it is…
This is a multi-phase Office Evil Sabotage event so we’ll take it easy. Step by step.
Step One: Office Evil needs information about interviews.
Post a comment with:
- Your most awkward interview moment
- Your biggest interview mistake
- The worst interview you’ve ever had
- The craziest job listing you’ve come across
- The weirdest question you’ve been asked at an interview
The Militia is strong. The Militia is growing stronger.
The Office Evil Militia needs YOU.
Get out there and be Evil.
I had an interview once with a creepy guy who seemed more about bragging about himself than interviewing me. He talked about all these businesses he had started, and how he was helping the owner out to start her business without charging her anything.
When he did ask me questions, he asked all the forbidden ones:
Him: “Are you married.”
Me: (Red flags went up, but I thought, what the hell, what will it hurt?) “Yes.”
Him: “Have kids?”
Me: “Nope.”
Him: “Do you smoke?”
Me: (At this point I paused and thought, okay, he’s asking way too many of these questions he shouldn’t be.) “No.”
Him: “Why did you pause? You either smoke or you don’t.”
Me: “No, I don’t smoke, but you’re asking all the questions you’re not supposed to.”
Him: “Oh, I thought I just couldn’t ask your age.”
Like an idiot, when he called back a month later to offer me the job, I took it. I thought I wouldn’t be working with him. Later I found out I was the 4th person who took that job that month, all the rest quit because they couldn’t stand him. I could definitely tell why. He repeatedly called me aside to scold me for brushing my hair out of my face and told me to get a haircut. (I’m female, by the way.)
I also found out he used up all the owner’s money decorating the new building, and was spending more of her money than she realized.
When he and his wife were added to the payroll, I quit.