Had the three-hour interview at the Big Red Barn which consisted of three separate meetings. The first was with the human resources manager of the department I'd be working for. I figured it'd just be to fill out various and sundry forms, which I did. And then, she started explaining benefits packages to me. When she asked if I had any questions, I wanted to say, "Why are you telling me about benefits packages and giving me info that would only be of interest to me after I got hired?"
Next was the meeting with my would-be immediate supervisor. I think that part went well, IMO. I took some advice about "interviewing them." I've never been a stiff in interviews, but this was the first time I tried that. I think it worked (though I guess the proof will be in the pudding).
After that was a lunch meeting with the #1 and #2 men in charge. Apparently, there was a mix-up where the #2 man had dug into my sandwich. No biggie for me, but the paranoid me wonders if it was a test :). I know, you're asking, "Damn, are you really that paranoid?" All I can say in my defense (without divulging too many details) is that if I'm, as B calls me, a "psychology ninja," then I was meeting with the 9th and 10th degree grandmasters. Put another way, I was a rusty Jedi standing before Mace Windu and Yoda. Anyway, they were light on the questions, but I knew they were observing and quite possibly, they knew that I knew. They were able to cite parts of my resume, even though I couldn't see it anywhere at hand (theirs, that is). I believe what they said: the purpose of a lunch meeting with them is to see if I "fit," and the second I realized that they weren't going to grill me, it let me relax but still keep "the game face" on.
All in all, I have to say that regardless of the outcome, I think this was one of the best interviews I've ever had. I could be completely wrong, but I think that even if they assume half of everything I said was utter bullsiht, they'd still have to like the remaining half enough to hire me. Basically, they want someone who won't freak out at the clientele and who knows how to function in what's basically a busy mental health practice. And, that's me.
Next was the meeting with my would-be immediate supervisor. I think that part went well, IMO. I took some advice about "interviewing them." I've never been a stiff in interviews, but this was the first time I tried that. I think it worked (though I guess the proof will be in the pudding).
After that was a lunch meeting with the #1 and #2 men in charge. Apparently, there was a mix-up where the #2 man had dug into my sandwich. No biggie for me, but the paranoid me wonders if it was a test :). I know, you're asking, "Damn, are you really that paranoid?" All I can say in my defense (without divulging too many details) is that if I'm, as B calls me, a "psychology ninja," then I was meeting with the 9th and 10th degree grandmasters. Put another way, I was a rusty Jedi standing before Mace Windu and Yoda. Anyway, they were light on the questions, but I knew they were observing and quite possibly, they knew that I knew. They were able to cite parts of my resume, even though I couldn't see it anywhere at hand (theirs, that is). I believe what they said: the purpose of a lunch meeting with them is to see if I "fit," and the second I realized that they weren't going to grill me, it let me relax but still keep "the game face" on.
All in all, I have to say that regardless of the outcome, I think this was one of the best interviews I've ever had. I could be completely wrong, but I think that even if they assume half of everything I said was utter bullsiht, they'd still have to like the remaining half enough to hire me. Basically, they want someone who won't freak out at the clientele and who knows how to function in what's basically a busy mental health practice. And, that's me.
2 comments:
Good job, Grasshopper!!!!!
It's in the bag. Mark my words.
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