Let's Do This

It's no secret that I hate interviewing. The whole process of going out and selling myself to strangers is the reason (a) I could never be an effective prostitute, and (b) why I stayed as long as I did at that hellhole of a job.

But since I am now—as they say—between engagements, I've got to saddle up and head on out again.

Last Friday I met with a headhunter regarding a direct-hire full time placement at a company in Littleton. While Littleton is more of a commute than I would like, the job itself was in a totally different industry than any of the ones I'd worked in previously and sounded wonderful. It's a smaller (100 employee) company, had a very laid back, casual atmosphere, and the job description was almost tailor made for what I do.

I finally scored an interview this morning with their I.T. Director.

As expected, the position is a perfect fit for my skill set and what I want to do. It was a good interview. Not a great interview, not one of those magic, gives-you-chills kismet interviews, but overall, a good one nonetheless. It lasted about forty-five minutes, and while most of that time was spent with the Director telling me what he was looking for, I did manage to get enough words in edgewise to present my strengths and stress what a good fit this job would be for us both without coming off as an arrogant asshole.

The guy was very hard to read; his eyes lit up at a few of the things I said, which I took at as a good sign, but the fact that he mentioned he also wanted to speak to the two other candidates the agency was sending over next week told me that even if I was a near-perfect fit in some areas, I was obviously missing something he was looking for. The other two candidates may end up being complete losers, so I'm not giving up hope completely, but I'll go back to filling in online applications again on Monday.

I hear the new Target is hiring worker bees…