Okay, I will admit that when I put in the application—not really wanting the job because the commute alone would sour me to the whole endeavor but simply to satisfy my job search requirements for continued unemployment compensation—as a Desktop Tech at Scottsdale Community College a couple weeks ago I never dreamt they'd actually call me in for an interview. But they did.
I didn't want to go—and as recently as on my there I entertained the thought of simply turning around and going home—but I resolved myself to the fact it would get me out of the house, and if I did somehow end up getting offered the job, it would at least be a job. I'm not anywhere near the point where I'm bored with not working (it would be a hell of a lot more fun if there was still income), but I am becoming more annoyed at the whole situation than anything else.
The interview ended up being of those horrid by-committee things where they slip you a paper with the questions on it and announce, "We'll be going around the room to ask the questions." The committee consisted of the Lead Tech (who retrieved me from the waiting room but didn't bother to introduce himself until we all sat down and then proceeded to let out an exasperated sigh after each of my answers), one peer who looked like a burnt-out hippie, the director of theater and music (Why?!), and the I.T. Manager, who seemed annoyed that she had to be there. After the round of 11 questions, there were two practical tests: one involving customer service (list the order in which you would address these issues) and one involving basic Mac knowledge (connect to the internet—the ethernet cable was unplugged), run Speedtest, and clear the Keychain). I was initially told the entire interview (including the practical test) would last about an hour. It took half that. It was almost as if they couldn't get me out of there quickly enough, and I was happy to oblige. There was nothing about any of it (or the people for chrissakes) that made me want to work there.