Honestly. Is there anything more unnatural and nerve wracking than a job interview?
Much like written exams, I’m not sure job interviews are a great way to choose someone for a job, or for a political candidacy either for that matter.
What would be a fairer way to do things?
Choose a name out of a hat?
Ask the shortlist candidates to come and do a day’s work with you?
Walk into the room with a piece of spinach between your front teeth and the candidate who tells you it’s there gets the job?
That one might work, actually?
But are employees who tell you what you need to hear the best ones?
They’re certainly My Type.
If you can’t trust the person you’re working with to tell you the Things You Need To Hear, it probably isn’t going to last long.
And is there anything more humiliating than sailing along thinking you’re doing a Great Job, only to discover that everyone was laughing at you behind your back?
Which takes me to an unrelated, tangential story.
I once worked in a six-person office for nearly six years. We all spent a lot of time together, but they weren’t My People. Near the end, I attended a trivia night with all of them. I was good at it because I pay attention to the news and retain it for whatever reason.
When we got back to the office on Monday, my boss — a kindly, fatherly man led astray sometimes by his very nasty wife — told me that he had been really impressed with my performance at the trivia night. I was 28 and felt like I didn’t fit in so that was nice to hear.
And then he added:
You’re actually really smart. I hadn’t realised before.
Meaning he hadn’t realised I paid attention to the news for SIX YEARS. And that to him ‘smart’ meant able to remember cricket stats.
I so did not fit into that place. I so had to leave. I am so glad I did.