My apologies, folks, for being absent from these pages. I just finished up an intense Critical Care course, which ran six days a week and packed my brain so full of new information that it threatened to go offline. I think if I’d tried to sit down and write, all that would have flown out would be lab values and hemodynamics equations. Consider it my little gift to you that I didn’t.
But the course finished up yesterday, I have a few more letters behind my name, and now I’m in job-search mode. Actually, my first foray into such was immediately after my Critical Care exam last night, and it involved many hoops–a written assessment, skills stations, oral boards, and, of course, the traditional job interview.
I hate the traditional job interview.
I hate it because I don’t think I’m particularly good at it. I’m not particularly good at it because I think it’s a waste of time. I don’t want to answer inane questions thought up by some HR manager who knows essentially nothing about what’s involved in actually doing my job. Sure, I know the theories behind the questions–I’ve been on the asking end of them more than once–but I still maintain that they reveal only the grossest, most general information about a job candidate, without telling the interviewer much (if anything) about the candidate’s suitability for the position. The traditional job interview will illuminate a candidate’s inability to construct a simple sentence or sit still for thirty minutes without chewing on her hair or scratching his balls, but that’s about it. Do you really want to hire someone simply because they don’t scratch their balls in polite company? Is that where the bar is set for you, HR Manager person?
The Man Friend pointed out during my post-interview rant whinging analysis that it comes down to something pretty simple: the hiring process, as most corporations undertake it, is a game, and I’m not a game player. Jumping through hoops is not on my list of “likes”.
Guilty as charged.
The standard job interview questions don’t elicit from me what I want to tell the person on the other side of the conference table; they elicit what I think they want to hear. It’s not lying, because the content of my answers is still truthful, but it does still feel somehow dishonest. Forced, really. Manufactured. Played. Spun. If I’d wanted that for a career, I’d have gotten into teevee news. Making me feel just a little dirty is not the way to make me want to work for you.
Maybe it’s just my own myopia, but more and more I feel like my experience of the world is shaped by such game-playing. Politics–an interest I want so much to cultivate, being as it is steeped in history and responsible for shaping so much of how we live our lives–is today little more than spectacle, a revolving cast of players gaming themselves, each other, and the system. As Thomas Friedman put it in his piece in today’s Times, “…our politics has become just another form of sports entertainment, our Congress a forum for legalized bribery and our main lawmaking institutions divided by toxic partisanship to the point of paralysis.” Chris Hedges points out that, “Campaigns are built around the manufactured personal narratives of candidates, who function as political celebrities, rather than policies or ideas.” It’s farcical and disingenuous and frustrating, and it would all be easy to dismiss but for the fact that what these shysters decide really does impact my life, and yours. Which just makes it worse.
I want as much honesty in my life as will fit. I want to be asked and to answer, to ask and to be answered, without artifice. I want to be swayed by the validity of your argument, the strength of your logic, the deep and moving truth of your emotion, not tricked with smoke and mirrors or dazzled with temptations.
Likewise, I want to rely on my own wits, my own logic, my own skill to change your mind. Ask me to tell you about what I believe, how I do my job, what the work means to me. Don’t ask me to enumerate my weaknesses or tell you where I want to be in five years. If you select me for a job based on how well I can play this game–in other words, how well I can be quasi-dishonest, suppressing my instincts and squashing what I really want to say to give you what I think you want to hear–we both lose.
For Hire
My apologies, folks, for being absent from these pages. I just finished up an intense Critical Care course, which ran six days a week and packed my brain so full of new information that it threatened to go offline. I think if I’d tried to sit down and write, all that would have flown out would be lab values and hemodynamics equations. Consider it my little gift to you that I didn’t.
But the course finished up yesterday, I have a few more letters behind my name, and now I’m in job-search mode. Actually, my first foray into such was immediately after my Critical Care exam last night, and it involved many hoops–a written assessment, skills stations, oral boards, and, of course, the traditional job interview.
I hate the traditional job interview.
I hate it because I don’t think I’m particularly good at it. I’m not particularly good at it because I think it’s a waste of time. I don’t want to answer inane questions thought up by some HR manager who knows essentially nothing about what’s involved in actually doing my job. Sure, I know the theories behind the questions–I’ve been on the asking end of them more than once–but I still maintain that they reveal only the grossest, most general information about a job candidate, without telling the interviewer much (if anything) about the candidate’s suitability for the position. The traditional job interview will illuminate a candidate’s inability to construct a simple sentence or sit still for thirty minutes without chewing on her hair or scratching his balls, but that’s about it. Do you really want to hire someone simply because they don’t scratch their balls in polite company? Is that where the bar is set for you, HR Manager person?
The Man Friend pointed out during my post-interview
rantwhinginganalysis that it comes down to something pretty simple: the hiring process, as most corporations undertake it, is a game, and I’m not a game player. Jumping through hoops is not on my list of “likes”.Guilty as charged.
The standard job interview questions don’t elicit from me what I want to tell the person on the other side of the conference table; they elicit what I think they want to hear. It’s not lying, because the content of my answers is still truthful, but it does still feel somehow dishonest. Forced, really. Manufactured. Played. Spun. If I’d wanted that for a career, I’d have gotten into teevee news. Making me feel just a little dirty is not the way to make me want to work for you.
Maybe it’s just my own myopia, but more and more I feel like my experience of the world is shaped by such game-playing. Politics–an interest I want so much to cultivate, being as it is steeped in history and responsible for shaping so much of how we live our lives–is today little more than spectacle, a revolving cast of players gaming themselves, each other, and the system. As Thomas Friedman put it in his piece in today’s Times, “…our politics has become just another form of sports entertainment, our Congress a forum for legalized bribery and our main lawmaking institutions divided by toxic partisanship to the point of paralysis.” Chris Hedges points out that, “Campaigns are built around the manufactured personal narratives of candidates, who function as political celebrities, rather than policies or ideas.” It’s farcical and disingenuous and frustrating, and it would all be easy to dismiss but for the fact that what these shysters decide really does impact my life, and yours. Which just makes it worse.
I want as much honesty in my life as will fit. I want to be asked and to answer, to ask and to be answered, without artifice. I want to be swayed by the validity of your argument, the strength of your logic, the deep and moving truth of your emotion, not tricked with smoke and mirrors or dazzled with temptations.
Likewise, I want to rely on my own wits, my own logic, my own skill to change your mind. Ask me to tell you about what I believe, how I do my job, what the work means to me. Don’t ask me to enumerate my weaknesses or tell you where I want to be in five years. If you select me for a job based on how well I can play this game–in other words, how well I can be quasi-dishonest, suppressing my instincts and squashing what I really want to say to give you what I think you want to hear–we both lose.
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