No, that’s not a new book by the One-Minute Manager guy.
I’ve been pondering for some time now how to start this blog. It seemed that the first post should be something of substance with deep meaning for author and readers alike. Something high-minded that sets the tone for things to come. A strategy. A philosophy. The thought process has frozen me for weeks. Writers-block (or, non-writers block, more appropriately).
Although I’ve chosen to go a different direction with the post, I should be able to accomplish all those objectives, with the glaring exception of high-mindedness.
At least a few times a day something catches my attention that makes me think I should write a post. I always have highly articulate comments in my head about the topic. Invariably, I forget about it. I’m envisioning something along the lines of Seinfeld monologues (”Hey, did you ever notice….”), except slightly angrier and undoubtedly a lot less funny. I think my sweet spot is probably going to be bitching about little things that annoy me.
I anticipate having a lot of material to work with, so, here goes…
I’ve been working on a job opportunity with a smaller, privately held local financial services company for quite a while, had several good meetings with other Executives of the company and have consistently come away being told they’d like to have me on board if they can find the right role. Recently they’ve initiated a search to fill a newly created leadership position that I’m moderately interested in pursuing. Today I had an interview scheduled with the COO.
My anticipation level was high…
I was well prepared…
Despite it being a telephone interview I had recently showered…
The “interview” lasted 8 minutes.
The amount of time I spent in befuddlement after hanging up was at least twice as long. In fact I probably spent more than 8 minutes trying to figure out the log on the telephone so I could confirm how long the call lasted.
It wasn’t a bad conversation (as 8 minute interviews go). A couple minutes on pleasantries. A couple minutes listening to him describe his organization and responsibilities. A couple minutes of me giving an overview of my background. Then, as I was gearing up mentally to answer questions about my capabilities, I heard “Well, thanks very much, it was good to talk with you”
He may have said “Screw off, you’re obviously a loser” or possibly “I have to go to the bomb shelter now, we’re being attacked by aliens”. I’m really not quite sure at this point.
Anyway, hated to waste my bi-weekly shower just for an 8 minute interview.
Cheers.
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