Monday, June 25, 2012

Interview with the Uninspired


“Well, Mr. Johnson, thank you for your application.  It says here you are a drunken atheist and it looks like you had your mom fill out your application for you.  Good for you for tying your own shoes to make in today....oh, they’re Velcro.  Well, here you are anyway and this note from your mom also says that you have the personality of a brick wall, but after talking with you, I feel that is being a little too generous, because a brick wall has some texture to it.  You’ve given me nothing back in this conversation, but you look like Justin Timberlake, so congratulations, you’ve got the job.  Now, everyone who knows this job will initially be really surprised you have been asked to fill the position.  You’ve beaten out some applicants who look better on paper (though not in photos), applicants who have personalities, who are able to string together sentences in a coherent and often humorous manner.  Others will talk about you behind your back but that’s really only until they realize how superficial this job really is.  We’d like to ask you to sign this non-competition agreement, knowing that you’ve taken on side projects while working on other jobs in the past.  Official company policy is that such indiscretions will not be tolerated, though to be honest, this job knows that you might do it again, but secretly hopes that it is ‘special’ enough that you won’t ‘feel the need’ to take on side projects.

“To all the other applicants: thank you for applying.  The position has been filled by Mr. Johnson here.  Don’t bother asking about his qualifications, it will just stupefy you.  The company wants you other applicants to know that we think you are great...for another company.  Please, please, please don’t reapply.  Your inability to test out of several key categories makes you ineligible for this position.  (Well, just one category, really.  But this job needs someone who is going to be really, really good looking.)”

Epilogue

John stared dejectedly down at his feet.  This was the fifth position in the last six months that he had interviewed for only to be beaten out by the guy who said "Sup, bro" to him as he sat in the waiting room.