What does the word ‘interview’ conjure up for you? Are butterflies taking flight somewhere inside or are you excitedly hunting out your lucky pants?!
An interview is defined as a conversation between two people designed to elicit information. It’s not necessarily just about jobs although in my distant past I worked in HR so that’s where the bulk of my memories lie.
Job interviewing done well – when the candidate has a full opportunity to showcase their knowledge or abilities – is a satisfying thing for all parties. Done badly however, it leaves a bit of a stain on the psych. I’ve heard managers ask some terrible questions before all the equal opportunities training came in and some carried on after. So I’m wondering what horrors we might hear about with this bite size memoir prompt! For me, many of my memories are the other side of the desk and job related, but please don’t let that stop you!
I don’t have one over-riding graphic experience to write 150 words for, so I’ve shared 10 x “I remember “ statements. If you’re new to bite size memoir please have a look at the bite size page for guidelines for participating and further links.
I remember interviews
I remember being interviewed by a kind policewoman when I reported a man had groped me, walking under a railway bridge. I knew there was no hope of catching him but he was a campus menace I hoped to add small clues to catching.
I remember a two day graduate assessment when I was so pumped on coffee and adrenalin I lost about half a stone and actually performed a press-up when I got home (First and last, ever!)
I remember a service manager with a beard making long weeks of basic apprentice interviews more interesting by setting challenges like including phrases such as “iced bun” or “fish” into each interview. We scored extra points if we could make it relevant enough for the interviewee to reply! He always won.
I remember the would-be apprentice who we asked to describe what he did at weekends, replying “Oh stuff, you know – a few dodgy deals and that sort of fing.” He didn’t get a job.
I remember having to change a punctured tire on my blue Austin Allegro on the M1 on the way to an interview. I had a hole in my tights but still made it on time. I got the promotion.
I remember the cruel process of interviewing people in down-sizing exercises, coaxing some through the door, mopping up tears and hoping the best kept their jobs.
I remember volunteering to leave my own department to save me and them that agony next time round. My manager thanked me but thought I’d have made the cut.
I remember one manager who liked to trip up the candidates as if scoring points helped determine someone’s suitability. My sarcastic suggestions of “If we try asking the question this way.. we might find out something about him” barely sparked a neuron. He went soon after.
I remember arriving for an interview before a would-be director. She’d forgotten I was coming and what she was interviewing me for. I should have realised she was even scattier than me at that point.
I remember interviewing someone who worked for my husband at a rival company without telling him. The candidate was a bit stunned when I collected them from reception but she got the job!
Deadline: Monday 1st December.
January 10, 2015 at 10:31 pm
Missing you lady. Hope the memoir is on track for 2015. Give us an update sometime!
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December 9, 2014 at 11:25 am
Dear Lisa, I am just popping in to say I am thinking of you and hope you are feeling a little better. Love Sherri ❤ xxxxxxx
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December 1, 2014 at 3:02 pm
And being greedy, and with Lisa’s consent. my attempt at maintaining to the word limit:
PERSONAL INFORMATION
‘How will you cope – working in an area that requires you to ask women personal information?’
The hapless boy, for it was I, shrugged as I tried to look as though I knew what he was talking about.
‘You will be privy to personal facts about them. Some of them don’t even tell their husbands what they will be telling you’
‘I expect I’ll be O.K.’
His mouth worked to suppress a smile in response to the competing thoughts rattling through his head. I thought he was weighing me up against the demands of the job. In hindsight, it was probably amusement at the prospect of putting me in this position. ‘And when you need to ask them their size, what will you say?
‘Is that Vogue or Butterick.? Please give me your bust size.’
‘Good lad.’
And I had my first holiday job in the ladies dress patterns department.
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December 1, 2014 at 3:00 pm
Sorry – more than the specified word limit I know.
A PROMISING START
The boy is a gangly youth. They sit outside an office marked ‘Headmaster’, and underneath, a dusty name with the letters – B.Sc., MA, at the end. He is flanked by parents who are bickering.
‘Well it was your idea to send him there,’ said the father.
‘It was my money,’ she said,
‘What a waste.’ The father shakes his head and purses his lips, arms folded and he sits in silence. His familiar expression of unutterable contempt for those that had defied his will.
A woman carrying a sheaf of papers emerged from the office. ‘You can go in now,’ she said, smiling and held open the door for them.
The thin man with half-moon glasses indicated the two seats facing him and the parents sat, and fidgeted nervously as the headmaster added his signature to a document. He rolled the chalk blotter across his name with a slight smile of satisfaction and held it to the light from the window to admire his handiwork. ‘Oliver’, he said, then regarded the parents over the top of his glasses, ‘Is one of six boys joining us in sixth form this year. He is just one of my concerns, you understand. What did he achieve at ‘O’ level?’
The boy’s father slipped into his professional mode. In polished and seemingly rehearsed phrases he stated how the boy had been to a private school but had not achieved the desired results. He did not realise that the style of address, the slight nervousness and careful avoidance of flattening vowels, betrayed his humble petit-bourgeois West-Midlands origins.
The Headmaster scrutinised him a moment longer, measuring and evaluating him before turning to the boy. ‘And what do you want to do, Oliver. What career I mean.’
‘I want to be a pilot.’
‘Oh, I don’t think we should be barking at the moon.’ He said. ‘We’ll place him in 6G.’
The interview was over.
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December 1, 2014 at 1:18 pm
Good morning…whoops, afternoon…Lisa 🙂 Hope you have had a good couple of weeks 🙂 Well, I made it after all (and sorry for the lateness…good job you are so understanding…) Here is my bite: http://sherrimatthewsblog.com/2014/12/01/a-merciful-interview-bite-size-memoir/
You know what it’s like, we never quite know what we are going to end up writing, and all the original ideas flew out of the window because, well, you know… 😛 😉
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December 1, 2014 at 10:04 am
Having a nightmare with my back everyone but it’s fully my intention to get to these fabulous stories today (Monday). Thank you all (hunts for bat emoji as she climbs back on to the back swing..!) Lxx
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December 1, 2014 at 1:43 pm
Oh Lisa. Look after yourself! 🙂
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December 1, 2014 at 4:33 am
Great responses! I have a few to catch up on, but wanted to make sure I posted this time. 🙂 http://carrotranch.com/2014/12/01/bite-size-memoir-interviews/
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December 1, 2014 at 2:09 am
Hi Lisa,
Thanks for getting me thinking about interviews and the opportunity to try out a few new things with technology.
I have written a little about the topic “Interviews” on my blog:http://wp.me/p3O5Jj-lC 🙂
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November 28, 2014 at 8:00 pm
Your I remembers were great Lisa. Glad you got the promotion despite the hole in your stockings and sad you were groped but pleased that you came out of it to be able to have a police interview. “An interview is defined as a conversation between two people designed to elicit information.” This definition is true but it misses out on the difference in the power base between the two participants. This I feel creates the element of terror (perhaps too strong a word) that goes with the interview. About to lose connection so here is mine.
http://irenewaters19.com/2014/11/29/bite-size-memoir-interviews/
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November 26, 2014 at 6:18 am
hope this isn’t too late – http://geofflepard.com/2014/11/26/democracy-and-interviews/
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November 22, 2014 at 3:44 am
Lisa, in 1972, I fell for the same line twice “Have you got the time?” and while I glanced at my watch he copped a feel. The first time was while walking back to the nurses home, the second in the carpark. I considered going to the police, but decided they would think I asked for it by wearing a mini-dress. Besides, I had no idea what he was wearing or what he even looked like. It really shakes you up, for sure. I was more wary after that.
I’ve got lots of memoir catching up to do! Love your remembers.
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November 20, 2014 at 12:18 pm
What a lovely variety of interviews, some quite hilarious and others you wish you’d never had to have. I’m with Sherri – did they catch that creep? I hope you aided in that. It’s interesting to think about your being on the other side of the table in the interview. I think of all the parent-teacher interviews I have attended, both as parent and as teacher. I might ‘try’ to have a think about it this time. Thanks for sharing your stories.
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November 20, 2014 at 3:47 pm
The ‘funny’ thing was Norah, I remember being quite detached as it was happening! He caught me by surprise, from behind of course and I was probably day dreaming about something. He pushed me against the wall and nothing more than a deliberate humiliating ‘grope’. I was so surprised, I just stood there thinking “I’m being groped!” Almost funny if I forget how shaken I felt about how much worse it could have been. 😕
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November 21, 2014 at 1:42 pm
I’m pleased it wasn’t any more than that, but even that’s too much.
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November 25, 2014 at 6:12 am
When I started work, circa 1980, there was a lot in the Evening Standard about men ‘frotteursizing’ (I think that’s the right spelling) on the tube. Then after a spate of stories from rightly affronted women came the tale of one who had clouted some business man; she became fed up with his poking her in the bottom so swung round and hit him before she realised the assumed perpetrator had his back to her and it was an errant umbrella at fault.
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November 29, 2014 at 12:49 pm
Thanks for adding to my vocabulary. I can always count on you to extend my word knowledge. Thanks for your anecdote – very amusing. It would be even more so if women weren’t subjected to what she was assuming! 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 12:45 am
Quite true she had every reason to be angry.
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December 3, 2014 at 10:00 am
OMG! I wonder what she thought he was doing!
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December 3, 2014 at 11:01 am
I dread to think but as Norah pointed out she probably had good reason to be perturbed
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November 20, 2014 at 11:22 am
Ahh…now Lisa, this really gets the memories flowing. But then your prompts always do that, so often in the most surprising and unexpected of ways 😉 I loved your 10 interview memories. Did the police ever catch that creep? All of a sudden my mind is swirling with so many interviews…one in particular that I remember, a sour-looking woman, much older than me (or so she seemed at the time). I was 20. I walked in the room and I knew there and then I wasn’t going to get the job. Got a better one anyway, so there, ha 😛 Look forward to seeing where this prompt take us, will make for some very interesting reads. Hope your writing is going well…I’m battling on…see you soon 🙂 xx
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November 20, 2014 at 3:42 pm
Love the 😛 !! I’m not sure they did catch that creep. The year after, I moved into digs the opposite side of town so sort of escaped the problem – and I drifted around in a daydream most of the time anyway, not really aware of everything that was going on. Not called ‘Lizzy Dripping’ at school for nothing 😀
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November 20, 2014 at 8:21 pm
Haha… 😛 Aww…that name doesn’t belong to the Lisa I think you to be. Mind you, I did my fair share of day dreaming when I was young. Those were the days eh? Must be nice to escape like that now. Glad you were okay btw, sounded pretty horrible. Creep. Hate that 👿
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November 18, 2014 at 6:33 pm
Enjoyed reading your reflections, Lisa, and you’ve actually given me an idea for my WIP. Like you, I wish I could remember some of the gems that have been said in interviews.
In the roughly 20 years I was involved in selection interviews, standards definitely improved. I made plenty of mistakes myself in the beginning but fortunately or unfortunately there was always someone else who was worse (nicking another member of the panel’s questions, for example, or throwing in “big words” the interviewer himself didn’t understand). I did do a post a while back on what constitutes a good question which echoes some of the things you say about the purpose not being to show off or trip the person up http://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/whatconstitutes-a-good-question-my-liebster-award-answers-on-my-100th-post
having missed the deadline for the previous prompt will have a proper think about whether any of these memories are worthy of a memoir.
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November 18, 2014 at 11:47 pm
Well, you’re half way there already! Some interesting snippets about the management of the panel interview here. I’ve only experienced them in the public sector (and I didn’t stay there too long), but I do remember accepting managers might be learning something when they started pinching my ‘best’ questions or actually followed through to encourage candidates to elaborate answers when they weren’t selling themselves enough. Sweet 😀
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November 30, 2014 at 1:00 pm
Alas, despite the head start as you say, I still don’t have my memoir voice, so I’ve cheated and fictionalised/exaggerated another kind of interview I was heavily involved with in my work, which just so happens to feed into my WIP and meet Charli’s Flash fiction challenge.
who says we can’t multitask?
http://annegoodwin.weebly.com/annecdotal/unexpected-neighbours-the-aftermath-by-rhidian-brook
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December 3, 2014 at 9:58 am
I love this! The desire and need to be fair leads to standardisation leads to the ridiculous. Excellent multitasking 😀
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November 18, 2014 at 3:13 pm
Sorry no time to check the rules but I love your post (did a lot of HR myself too!) –amazing! I thought about the day I went to the GP…
“So what is your worry?” the good doctor asked,
“A lump, well a bump”, my emotion masked…
I wished for a cyst that you might seek there,
It’s cancer I know though, “please don’t spoil my hair…”
The history, no mystery, my mother’s sarcoma,
Heart beating, defeating, my hopeful aroma….
And suddenly all we can speak of is veins,
No talk yet of treatment plans, surgical drains…
Your pity, I’m witty, connection one finds,
Mastectomy starts off a meeting of minds…
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November 18, 2014 at 11:43 pm
Ah Ailsa. ❤ Thank you for sharing this medical interview. A simple question rapidly leads to here.. and before you know it your life is never to be the same again. Shocking stuff made a little lighter with your clever poetry. And so very many similar characteristics I guess you might share with me, reading between these lines.
Thank you so much. What a bite! You were well within the 'rules' of 150 words or 10 x 'I remember' statements. Please come again, Lisa xx
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November 18, 2014 at 2:27 am
Too funny about the apprentice candidate and his “dodgy deals.” The cluelessness of some people! This prompt brings a flood of associations and may just compel me to take your challenge. And yes, your Austin Allegro definitely beats what I drove in my early work years: a Plymouth Scamp! (Closely related to the “Swinger”!)
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November 18, 2014 at 10:06 am
I know, bless him!
Is this your car?! Positively hip, compared to mine!
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November 18, 2014 at 12:36 am
And I am still upset you poached Vanessa P !!
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November 18, 2014 at 10:07 am
Hey, Simo – she was too cool and trendy for you guys!
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November 18, 2014 at 12:26 am
But an Austin Allegro sounds so cool! 🙂 Great reminiscences, and sparks many for me as I’ve spent time on the hiring side. I’ll have to pay closer attention to the deadline this time!
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November 18, 2014 at 9:38 am
That’s probably because ‘Austin” in Texas conjures up some coolness. Here, we just had British Leyland cars..
And.. Well I nearly missed the last deadline myself. I’ve lost a week somewhere – if anyone spots it, I need it back!
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November 18, 2014 at 12:59 pm
My granny developed a malapropism tendency in her later years. Our Austin Allegro became the Austin Alligator which was way more cool than the rust bucket we actually had. Dad swore it was a Friday afternoon model and said we needed two; on eon the road and one in the garage, to be swapped over weekly. Not as bad as the Austin Maestro that followed it. PS Other malapropos were paranoid sunglasses and those bollocks in the road where people could cross. Now you see were I got my love of words from.
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November 18, 2014 at 1:07 pm
These are fantastic!! We had a few as Max grew up – as you do with kids but granny’s are fantabulous on another level!! I am laughing so much at the paranoid sunglasses!
My favourite of Max’s is ‘wipe-screamers’ – those things that clear water off your wind screen. Another when a friend was having a grown up conversation with him at 5 and he referred to being a ‘High Exquisitor’ meaning Chief Executive. None of us have ever forgotten it – I think my friend Katy may have wet herself!
As for the Austin Allegro – I could have done with a second one sitting in a garage too – maybe they were all made on a Friday! Dreadful car – big end blew eventually.
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November 18, 2014 at 2:08 pm
Ah children. Yep, Jenni’s best was when she came home to say her friend, coming for a sleep over, needed a special milk because she was black toast intolerant. May have said something about my cooking.
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November 18, 2014 at 11:31 pm
Giggles.. Not at your cooking of course, I’m sure it’s rather good, but ‘black toast intolerant’ – simply gorgeous 😀
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November 29, 2014 at 2:00 pm
Love the paranoid sunglasses. I think I’ve got a pair of those. Everyone keeps staring at me in them!
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November 30, 2014 at 12:45 am
Love that!
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December 1, 2014 at 4:32 am
Chuckling over the side conversation ignited by the Austin allegro! There’s a saying, Lisa, in Austin, Texas that might apply here: “Keep Austin weird.”
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December 1, 2014 at 9:59 am
I like it! I should move there 😀
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November 17, 2014 at 11:53 pm
These are all brilliant in their own ways. Fantastic. I think I will try this week…
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November 18, 2014 at 9:59 am
Wish I could remember some of those questions though.. verbatim – it’s hard to make up stuff that wouldn’t normally enter your own head. I know I had one guy ask when a candidate was planning on having her next baby. Can’t remember how he phrased it as much as the look that crossed her face. And then there was the one who asked an Asian man how good his written English was – I was thinking ‘most likely a lot better than yours..’ as I’m hurrying to think up the phrase that might undo the damage a bit and simultaneously shut the guy up!
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