Where The Hell Did My Job Go?
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Taking redundancy personally. Friday, January 31, 2003
What a day! Fortunately I wasn’t stuck on the M11 and made it to the interview on time, albeit somewhat frosty. Unfortunately, my 10.30 arrival was 2 and half hours earlier than they expected. All my careful swotting and planning for what was in no doubt a very important meeting was soon thrown into disarray, as they tried to find out who was free to interview me. Within an hour I had seen and been grilled by 5 people, only to be told that I would have to wait until the middle of next week for the result, not later this afternoon, as I had previously been told! Aaaargh! The best pre-interview advice I received was to ask each person who interviews you if they have any reservations about answers you have given. This gives you and them a second chance to clear any misunderstanding. When I asked, it added another 5 minutes to the interview and I believe that the answers given then may have been the ‘make or break’ point of the interview.
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