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2003-08-20 Interviews So, I went to my two interviews today, one at 11:30, and the other at 2:00. They both seemed to go fairly well, but I'm really hoping for the first one. It's a CA firm, and I'd be a secretary working primarily on financial statements, getting them ready, blah blah, plus a bit of regular clerical stuff. The woman who interviewed me was super nice, and for the first time ever, I actually got a tour of the office following the actual interview. I was introduced to a bunch of people who work there (of course, I don't remember any of their names, but I doubt I was really supposed to, and hey, if I get hired, then I'll learn them). Then at the end, as we stood in front of the elevators, she asked me, "So now, tell me honestly. Do you think you'd like to work here?" I've never heard the question asked with such earnest. And I told her, with the same honesty that I would. It's not far from home - a very short bus ride plus a very short subway ride, and I'm there in roughly 30 minutes, which makes the 8:30 am start time seem perfectly fine. The building is located in what's considered to be a very expensive and rich area, although the really rich homes are the ones way up the mountain - the homes get larger and more extravagant the higher you climb, but I think that most of the businesses are located in the flatter part of the city. The elevators leading to the floor the company is on are in a very ritzy mall. After the interview I stopped off in the public bathroom - I swear to god, it's one of the fanciest public washrooms I've ever seen. Black marble counters. Gold faucets. Each cubicle has its own fancy mirror in a gold frame. And the cubicle is shut not by a run-of-the-mill stall door, but a REAL door with a handle and all. Is it weird that I was so impressed by the public washroom? Well, if so, maybe you just have to see it. After that interview, I ate my lunch on the steps and then reboarded the subway to go the other part of town where my second interview was taking place. It's in Old Montreal, which means cobblestone streets, old brick and stone buildings, caleshes (sp?), and at this time of the year, LOADS of tourists. I had over an hour to kill when I got there, so I found the building, bought a coffee at a nearby restaurant, and sat down in the park across the street (which also faces Notre Dame Basilica) and read my book. It was overcast today, but warmish with a nice breeze. There were times when I forgot that I even had an interview (though, thankfully, I wasn't late); it just felt like I was sitting there peacefully reading a book. I think I'm getting used to interviews. I don't see them as such a huge deal anymore. Afterall, I'm judging them as much as they're judging me. That's what's good about being so picky. If you're so desperate that you'll take anything, the only one being judged at the interview is you. Anyway. I'm off to maybe type some more of my book or maybe to give into the temptation and just watch a movie. |
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