So, after my last depressing post, things have started to really look up. I went to two interviews today and have another on Thursday. I have been applying to everything I think might be interesting and have been cautiously optimistic in light of various employers calling me and saying they’d like to interview me. So, yay! God has been so gracious and keeping my spirits up the last couple days. Hard to believe it’s almost midweek. Time seems to have been flying by lately.
Today I did a working interview at a braces clinic and right after that met a dentist looking for both front desk reception and chairside assistant (2 positions because that’s too much work for one person). I really enjoyed the working interview at the orthodontist and am cautiously hopeful about that one. The second one…well, let’s just say, it ended up being so funny and weird that I just had to blog about it.
One of the great things about being a writer is being able to translate an experience to paper in such a way that other people can enjoy your experience along with you. Today was one of those times when I just HAD to blog.
So, here goes my story. Today I interviewed with a dentist in a small practice along the Bloor line. And when I say on the Bloor line, I mean that the practice is directly above the east and westbound trains. I approached the desk where this dentist was, behind the counter, answering phone calls. He put the call on hold and handed me a clipboard with pen and lined paper and said, “Please write down any goals for the future and how you can be an asset to the practice,” and then went back to his phone call. When he got off the phone, he interrupted me to discuss my resume. But it wasn’t to talk about my skills and any questions…it was to figuratively shred it. He went into how my bullet points were all wrong, how the sections were long and redundant etc etc until I was silently asking, “Are you my English teacher or potential employer?”
After this, we had the interview which was one of the most bizarre I have ever experienced. First thing he did was say, ‘Do you have any questions for me?’ Well, I was thrown off since that’s usually a near the end of the interview question and ended up asking my questions as we went along. It was bizarre though. Instead of asking me the usual questions, he said, “Let’s role play for a moment here.” So, okay. I was game since I had nothing else to do at the time. His first question was, “Let’s say it’s your first day, you have had no training, I’ve gone off to get a coffee or something and a new patient walks in. What do you do?” I answered with, “Look at your schedule and book in the consulation.” Then he said, “But how would you know my schedule? How do you know I’m even available?” To which I replied with slightly raised brow and more of a question in my voice than certainty (because this was just getting weird), “I would look at your book or the software?” Then he said, “That’s not right. What you should do is tell them to take a seat and that I’ve stepped out and will be back momentarily, or take their number if they can’t stay.” The way that he said it made me feel like a dumb student who got the test questions wrong. So, I tried again with another question he asked and at one point he accused me of making stuff up.
I am not kidding people. He also swore at me in the interview. Not with heat, but with a definite, “You haven’t a clue what you’re talking about,” air. I have to say, being told that I’m ‘making up sh(you can figure out the last two letters)’ and to try again…well, it was all crazy. I felt like I was dealing with a person that, in the first five minutes of meeting with him, one would clearly see that whoever worked for him would never do anything right, in his eyes.
Now, it would be easy to feel like my time and his was wasted in this interview, but I think it made great fodder for my writing. I think I’ll have to put a character based on him in a future novel. Just too good to pass up. This guy was arrogant, full of himself, a bit off and very picky about everything. I say this not with anger or bitterness but with a laugh. It was just crazy. I think that what he needs is a person at the front desk in her sixties who has years of experience behind her and takes over, telling him to keep to his dentistry at the back and let her run things. I honestly do.
So, that was my first adventure this week in job hunting. If I come across any other weird and wacky stuff, I’ll be sure to write it here for your amusement.
Until next time, keep dreaming and never give up.