The Sox won, but more importantly, the Yankees lost.
So today was my second interview with an Advertising Firm.
To recap the first interview, It was this past Monday, it started 35 minutes late, and lasted a sum of 15 minutes..........uhhmmmmm.......ok...............
At the end of this brief meeting, the interviewer asked if I could come back on Wednesday (today) for a second interview. Woo-Hoo!!! or in terms by Chris Farley, "Good, great, grand, wonderful, NO YELLING ON THE BUS"
Then he explains that for this second interview, I would be following an account manager around for the day seeing their day to day responsibilities. This gives another manager a chance to meet and interview me.
I was to report at 11:00 AM and that I would be done around 8:30 PM. Ok, a little odd for me, but my wife assures me that an all day interview isn't that out of place.
The interviewer called me Tuesday night to confirm Wednesday's meeting and then his secretary called me back this morning to re-confirm. Needless to say I'm feeling pretty good about this.
I show up this morning in a suit, complete with stylish tie, teeth right from the bleaching tray, and freshly shined shoes (shining the shoes would turn out to be as useful as wiping before you poop).
I meet Duane, the manager that I will be following around and then it's off................to McDonough. We got into a standard pick-up truck. Very similar to my old one complete with NO A/C. This manager hopes in the back so I can ride in the front (I offered to get in the back, but he wouldn't hear of it). The driver is James who turned 24 today. Happy Birthday James. James cranks the volume of the radio and flips between 99x and V103...........every five minutes. Meanwhile during the entire ride to McDonough, Duane is trying to tell me all about the company.
Ok, it's about right now I think I'm on the MTV show "Boiling Point" so I trying to stay calm so I can score some free money. WRONG
We pull into a subdivision in McDonough, where Duane and I get out of the truck and James drives off to another subdivision.
It is right now, that I should tell you a few facts. During a phone screen that happened prior o the first interview, I asked, "Is there any selling with this position?" The answer, "No" Ok.............. During my first live interview, I was asked, "What kind of work would you never want to do?" My answer, cold calling sales. This includes telemarketing, inbound or outbound, and door to door solicitation.
With that in mind.........
Back to present day.
Guess what happens next......................That's right, Duane whips out a coupon book........ a Coupon Book............... a EFFIN' COUPON BOOK!!!! and explains to me that we will be going door to door selling these coupon books.
Ok, Now I'm sure that I'm on a hidden camera TV show. A really good TV show that is going to give me a lot of money to rip this guy's head off and piss down his throat.
So off we go, from 12:30 - 2:00 knocking on door after door, sweating in my suit, trashing my dress shoes, and selling coupon books. James was told to pick us up at 2:00. This is the only thing keeping me sane. I'm thinking, hoping, and praying that at 2:00 we are going back to the office.
2:00 - Here's James!!! Do we go home? Nope, lunch time. Now, if you are courting a potential employee, where would you take him to lunch? The Applebees you passed?....... Perhaps...........How about the Longhorn right across the street?..........Maybe..............But if you said the Golden Arches you would be correct!!! McDonald's!!! Fan-damn-tastic!!! I'll have the Caesar salad with the grilled chicken. Also, what is your soup of the day?
2:00 - 2:30 We eat lunch and Duane gets a newspaper after bumming a quarter off of me to pay for one. And he reads the paper. No conversation, no talk of the job or company. James, plays with his Monopoly Game board and the pieces that he just got and has the nerve, THE NERVE, to ask if he can have my game pieces. Insult to injury.
2:30 Duane has finished his paper and decided it is time to talk business. Fine, whatever, I have written this whole thing off hours ago but I'll listen. Part of me is praying for Ashton Kutcher to jump out screaming "You got Punk'd!!!!"
I listen quietly as he explains the company corporate ladder and how long I'll spend in each phase. I politely tell him that A) this job is not for me B)I would not be a good fit for his company and C) Neither of us would benefit from me being employed by his company
He said that he appreciated me being straight forward about this, but that they had to spend the rest of the day in McDonough finishing up these two subdivisions and that they couldn't get me back to my car in Smyrna until 8:30 PM. Insert your choice words of profanity here _______________________
Now, with all of this said, Duane is actually a very nice guy, in fact he reminds me of my friend Dimitri. Same mannerisms and all. Add to that fact that I can be a very nice guy from time to time. Guess what I did from 3:00 until 7:30................That's right, I watched Duane sell coupon books.
Bright spot of the day, I got home and a different company had sent me a letter and a form asking for consent to do a background check so they could invite me in for an interview.
And the cycle starts anew.
"Good, great, grand, wonderful, NO YELLING ON THE BUS"