Interview # 3: The Big-Bad Interview, Part 2, October 2010

January 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

I am on my way to the Green Dragon, a bar bought out by Rogue but with limited Rogue product available so that the place retains its original, exclusive atmosphere. Because they only contacted me via email, I was under the impression that I would be interviewing for a bar tending or serving position, my interview being at a bar and all.

Not the case.

The guy who interviewed me, a 6 foot 4 inch giant, was a lawyer who was Rogue’s general council. I looked him up on LinkedIn prior to my interview. When he pulled out my résumé, he informed me that what he thought would be a good fit was an administrative position with a creative edge. He asked me if I had any writing samples. I said yes, I had a blog, non-fiction, and fiction samples, he asked for the blog address. I gave it to him, oops.

Before I left, he requested that I submit a couple of writing samples and write-up a fake press release for Rogue wet hop ale. This is what I submitted:

A few days later I received an email notifying me that “good work on the sample” and “i’m passing you up the chain.” Two days later in my inbox was an interview request for 10 am at Rogue Alehouse.

The morning of the interview.

I got up early, dressed in a suit and made my way down to the Rogue Alehouse (40 min walk). Just by chance I discovered on my smart phone an email sent earlier that morning requesting that I show up at DIFFERENT site. Now, if I didn’t have a smart phone I would have no way of knowing of the switch (it’s not like I check my Gmail for interview location swaps at 8 am).

I would have shown up at the wrong place, been directed to the right place, and shown up late. Great impression.

I make to the right place and I’m 10 minutes early. It’s a studio office with fake walls. From where I’m sitting, there’s a fake window/wall separating me, the CEO, and his current target practice.

When the guy ahead of me finishes, the admin assistant walks behind the fake wall, tells the CEO that ********* ******** is here. She tells me to come back.

My screw-up # 1.

I didn’t shake the guy’s hand. In my defense, he was sitting down, hunched over his laptop and didn’t make any motion to stand up.

I sat down and he said, “And who are you?” Despite the admin telling him my name and me hearing it from the other side.

My screw-up # 2.

They read the blog entry that I wrote about one of their employees. I had considered deleting it, but thought that they might have already seen the damn entry, and I would look bad, regardless. I decided not to cut it, because darn it if I’m not a writer and idealistic about my right to say what I want. Besides, I didn’t write anything bad.

He says: “You’re the one that wrote that CRAZY stuff about ****.”

Me: “I thought that might get back to me.”

Him: “Witness a murder? Ha. She said you EXAGGERATED a lot.”

Actually, that’s exactly what she told me. I didn’t even have to pry it from her, she couldn’t stop talking the minute she lighted that cigarette.

He looks at my résumé. “College? That’s worthless. Red Lobster, eh? That must have been miserable. So you graduated in 2007? You must be like 25, that’s kind of young.”

Me: “I’m older than 25.”

My screw  up# 3.

I had read up on Rogue, honest, I did. I knew about the company before moving to Portland, I researched the company in Portland. But when he asked me what I knew or why I wanted to work there, I just CHOKED. Most likely because his demeanor, unlike the first interviewer, completely threw me off.

I mentioned my mildly dark sense of humor. He said, “Tell me a joke.”

As if dark humor is measured in jokes.

I said, “What’s the difference between a Porsche and a pile of dead babies?”

Him: “What?”

Me: “I don’t have a Porsche in my garage.”

Yep. I told a dead baby joke in an interview. At least he and the admin laughed.

I shook his hand on the way out, even though he eyed me like that was too fucking late, and I left, miserably awaiting a rejection letter that would be sent to me by none other than the murder-witnessing gal two days later. She must have loved that.

Their screw-ups:

1.  Common courtesy, jerk. Instead of calling me like regular people, they emailed me to show up at a different site. Imagine how much worse this interview could have gone if I had shown up late. Not to mention that he vigorously insulted all of my past work history.

2. The girl either lied to me or lied to her bosses to fend off any embarrassment. Not my problem. They asked for a writing sample, I gave them four.

3. The CEO had no idea what I was applying for. He did not read my press release nor communicate with the other interviewer.

Yikes. At least I learned that maybe I should have taken a Xanax or two beforehand.

Interview #3: The Big-Bad Interview, Part 1, September 2010

January 26, 2011 § Leave a comment

The Big-Bad Interview.

We all have had or will have an awful interview at some point in our lives. Unless, however, you are a computer nerd because you are always expected to suck in social situations, and considering that I just said “computer nerd” means that I have no idea what I’m talking about when it comes to technical careers.

This interview was a horrible crime scene, a high-profile accident, like the jet engine crashing into Donnie Darko‘s house. It involved many circumstances: ones I could have controlled and others that were in a different dimension entirely.

To be honest I wasn’t prepared for what lay ahead, but like anyone unaware of the reanimated alien corpse awaiting in the walls while you creep along with your stealth armor and your M-16, I’m not sure that the surprise treatment I received was completely my fault.

Part 1:Obtaining my OLLC license.

I signed up for a class at a Rogue Alehouse, a Oregon based brand that has gradually accumulated popularity nationwide, and happened to be the same company that I had recently acquired an interview with the very next day.

In fact, I wrote about this very same experience in a different blog. Here it is, edited for the sake of keeping your interest:

I had my liquor training class today (whoa, still don’t have job) and it was at one of the Rogue Ale locations. This is interesting because tomorrow I interview with Rogue at a different location.

One of the women at my training class, was already an employee of Rogue, her job title is “Ninja,” pretty rad, eh? On our first break, she talked about how she was from San Francisco and that it was “the most fucked up place” and that “I’ll never fucking go back.”

She then decided to mention some of the reasons, “I was in an awful civil litigation lawsuit, dealt with terrible lawyers, etc…”

She lets the reasons roll off her tongue, in an unpretentious and unstupid way. Then she just rips out the “I witnessed a murder,” and I am thinking, “Hardcore!” Okay, not really, it was more along the lines of “what a shitty deal.”

Yep, she witnessed a murder and decided to bail out of San Fran.

She also offered to introduce me to the CEO and owner of Rogue Ales (they were in the same room!). While engrossed in an important meeting, however, is not the time you want to meet any prospective employee. I could have waited around until **** was finished with her test, but anxious as I am, I left thinking I would just bring up our meeting in my interview the next day.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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