I’m posting this in the evening because I probably won’t have time to post tomorrow morning. I can’t trust Blogger to work all the time, so it’s better to do it now. A company that won’t be named thinks they are doing my a favor by offering me a day of pure torture. That’s an all day interview, meeting 8 people and a presentation followed by grilling. No guarantee on lunch…I have foods I can’t eat, so I may find myself somewhere I can’t eat. I prefer to keep my eating habits to myself. I can’t afford to eat the things I shouldn’t. I will be sick the rest of the afternoon. Hmm. On second thought, it sounds like a good way to get out of the interview, but I don’t know how I would get back home.

I will mostly likely travel in traffic both ways, and there’s no way around it. I’ve told other people about this interview. Most are incredulous that this is the way things are done. It’s like a stress test. By the time I have been asked the same question four times, I’m about ready to snap. Every person asks the same questions. Sometimes you get a different question or two, but rarely. I don’t know why they think this is the way things should be done. Then everyone gets together with their notes on you. Now for the fun part! Everyone, and I mean EVERY ONE, has to agree that you can do the job and that you fit in with everyone else. Well, I can do almost any job, but I don’t fit in every where. In fact, I’m reminded of high school and earlier when I was such a freak–unlike everyone, which, of course, is very un-cool. So I not only do I have a day of repetitive, inane questioning, I also get to go through a popularity contest. Shoot me now, please.

I will have to let you know how it really goes, how stupid it really was. I’m not thrilled about getting up early, and my cats will be unhappy. I didn’t get much sleep last night, so my body will want to make up for that lost sleep.

Technorati: Why are interviews stupid?