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One of my job-hunting strategies has been to seek out companies in a particular location: within walking distance of home… I heartily agree with Mr. Money Mustache’s theory on commuting!
While experimenting with new walking routes to the gym (where I worked for slave wages for some number of months), I discovered a large company I had not heard of. Miraculously, I remembered to look them up when I got home (!) and lo and behold, they had an Executive Assistant position open!
I applied and was called in for an interview. Nigh impossible in the current economic climate, which seems to garner one interview per hundred applications or so… And as I learned when I got there, I was the only applicant not to have come through an agency. Surely a leg up, without that nasty little 20% fee appended to the salary!
I met first with the woman who called me in (some sort of middle-level HR person), then another admin I would work alongside, and then the Director of HR. They made me take a Word and Excel test (which was so poorly designed, incidentally, that several of the questions they admitted I should just skip!). All in all it seemed to go well, and although the company seemed ultra-conservative and certainly not my ideal, I absolutely would have taken the job.
A week later I get the call from my original contact. They are so sorry, but they had to go with someone who had twenty-five years of admin experience and a law degree. (!?!)
I was delighted that they actually gave a reason so I could feel less awful about not getting it. (I mean, who can compete with that? Why does a chick with a law degree want to be an assistant, though, I wonder?) But I was bummed out. So when the HR Director called me later in the week to ask if I’d be interested in doing some contract work, since they thought I was “a star” and they had some overflow, I readily agreed. She said they’d be in touch the following week.
I wrote to my first contact to tell her how happy I was to have heard from her boss, and how eager I was to help them out; it seemed like a perfect compromise while I continued my search for the perfect fit.
I never heard a single word back from anyone there.
Am I in the Twilight Zone or something?