I recently had the privilege of participating in interviews for a general office position. The first question we asked each candidate was, “Why do you want to work for us and what skills do you have that qualify you for the position?” Some people answered the question, others not so much. My favorite response was this, “I saw the job description and I was like, ‘That’s me.’ I totally qualify for it. The skills and knowledge you’re looking for, I’ve got ‘em. This job is perfect for me.” I liked this response the most because it was energetic, used our lingo, and provided us with absolutely no information about him or his skills, at all – my kind of guy!
One of the other applicants went a step further and had a list of questions for us – typed up and everything. As soon as we finished asking her our questions and writing down her responses, she pulled out her sheet of questions, queried us, and wrote down our responses. One of the interviewees complimented her on this effort and the two of them began discussing organizational skills. “Like I mentioned earlier, I’m a perfectionist,” she reminded us. “Not me. I’ll settle for per. No real need to go as far as fect.”
S-Unit and I were talking on the phone about these and other work related stories when she said, “I just got home from work. Seriously, this job makes my butt look big.” “I’d rather have a big butt than a big job,” I replied and added, “You know how people say things like, ‘I can’t get up to save my life?’ Well, I can’t get up to save my job.” “You need a vacation,” she told me. “I was hoping to come out for your wedding,” I replied. “My work is really messing with my wedding plans,” she said with upset.
S-Unit has been planning to get married on 11-11-11 ever since she didn’t get married on 10-10-10. There is only one problem: no groom. I don’t judge her, because I’m not perfect, just per. Guess I’ll start watching for airfare and asking for time off around 12-12-12.