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Some days ago I had the most pleasant HR experience I’ve ever had. Every step along the way I was shaken from my cynical perspective about the hiring process, and I was treated like a human being who was valued, who had much to contribute to the company, and who was truly needed.
I was rattled by this.
“When you called me so quickly after I submitted my resume,” I told one of the VPs, “I googled you guys to make sure you weren’t a scam company.” The VP smiled and didn’t seem disturbed that I offered this bit of information.
Other things I discussed in my various interviews with this company: Legally Blonde, being a Southerner, my Libran qualities, and why I quit my last job (hee!). I was wearing a deep red dress, a vintage Pierre Balmain scarf in my hair, and a vintage Bakelite bracelet that was yellowing with age and had missing rhinestones. I dressed this way on purpose. I showed this company exactly who I was. Kinda like when Katniss Everdeen decides to sling her arrows at the judges.
Reader, they hired me.
Oh my goddddd! *twirls you* I am so excited! You are so awesome! What is the position?
THANK YOU! I am so happy. I’ll be an office administrator at an IT consulting firm, so that’s what I’m doing. Being a Joan Holloway.