Desperate Job Interview Tactics

by Sinéad

Yesterday I discovered (totally by accident) that the person who got the job I had desperately wanted a few months ago is actually twice as qualified as I am. The recruitment process and subsequent rejection was months ago, but still, this realisation made my stomach sore. It’s like bumping into an ex only to find out that they’re dating a supermodel – you feel jealous despite being over them ages and you begin to wonder what the hell they were doing with you in the first place.

I guess my CV paints a prettier picture of the real life interviewee me. I mean, I can reach those final stages – the epic face-to-face interview/presentation. Yet, I’ve heard the phrase “Come back to us when you have more experience” countless times. Surely they would know from reading my CV how much experience I have? Getting genuine feedback on a failed job application is literally like trying to get blood from a stone.   So, I guess I’ll never know what it was that went wrong.

Well, except for my lack of experience between the sheets.

It’s a metaphor. Work with me here.

There is nothing wrong with my CV, it has gotten me some pretty good interviews in the past. There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with my phone interview skills, or ability to complete company exams/assignments. If I can reach that final hurdle and make it to the face-to-face interview, then the only logical conclusion is that I interview badly.

I’ve been called cocky many times by friends, often in a joking manner, but I’m beginning to think that they might be right. Perhaps I’m being over confident, rather than being meek, insecure and, well, there’s no other way to put it – youthful and feminine.

Cocky. That’s me. Not lady like at all.

When I think back upon all of my past job interviews, the one that I was most desperate to get was the only one that I wore a skirt and heels to, feigned a sweet nature, and flirted a little… and I got the job. I was 19 and it was a smart move. It turned out to be the perfect part time job for me during college and I stayed with them for 3 long years. But when I think back, I’m certain that it was my over confidence on the sales floor that kept me there for all those years. If I’d played the humble 19 year old girl I doubt I would have survived in that competitive environment for very long. Makes me wonder why they hired the submissive version of me at all.

This isn’t a feminism thing. Or an attack on men. It’s just me realizing that maybe I look too young (not wearing make-up at 24 years of age means still being asked for I.D at the bar) but act far too confident for my age. It’s a real pity that the two biggest companies that I’ve been rejected by keep their recruitment requirements close guarded secrets, and couldn’t/wouldn’t provide feedback. It means that I’ll never be able to figure out if my hypothesis is correct.

Unless I go to my next interview in a push-up bra and high heels.

We’ll see.