So I'm sitting in a coffee shop, waiting to be interviewed by an insurance company. I've put numerous applications out for jobs, and I'm pleased to have been approached by a company that looks somewhat reputable. Now the company I originally thought was a bank, not insurance, and is based in another city. They sound professional on the phone, and we arrange a meeting.
Ten O' clock rolls around, and I've begun to a be a bit skeptical about the interview. I've been warned about being head hunted by insurance companies and begin to think this would be the worst kind of job in an economic downturn. Looking around, I'm hoping to see someone professional waiting. An older hippy looking guy walks in with a long grey beard. He gets a coffee and sits down waiting for someone. In a panic that this is the "insurance agent" I turn my phone to silent, and wait to see what happens.
After adjusting my glossy computer screen for a better look, I'm happy to see someone show up to meet him. Listening to them discuss instruments and drumming, I cautiously look around for the interviewer. Another guy with long gray hair and untidy clothes looks around waiting, and I continue my casual observations, still hoping for a "professional" to show up. I nearly give up when my phone rings, and a suited man on the phone walks in for coffee. I bounce up and introduce myself, only to find its the wrong person.
Walking back to my table, I notice a pirate looking man with a lazy eye and plastic business appearance on the phone. The number just went to voice mail and matched his tone. I would have preferred the hippy. Nothing worse than wasting your time being scammed into scamming other people.
Wish me luck on my job hunt!!
Ten O' clock rolls around, and I've begun to a be a bit skeptical about the interview. I've been warned about being head hunted by insurance companies and begin to think this would be the worst kind of job in an economic downturn. Looking around, I'm hoping to see someone professional waiting. An older hippy looking guy walks in with a long grey beard. He gets a coffee and sits down waiting for someone. In a panic that this is the "insurance agent" I turn my phone to silent, and wait to see what happens.
After adjusting my glossy computer screen for a better look, I'm happy to see someone show up to meet him. Listening to them discuss instruments and drumming, I cautiously look around for the interviewer. Another guy with long gray hair and untidy clothes looks around waiting, and I continue my casual observations, still hoping for a "professional" to show up. I nearly give up when my phone rings, and a suited man on the phone walks in for coffee. I bounce up and introduce myself, only to find its the wrong person.
Walking back to my table, I notice a pirate looking man with a lazy eye and plastic business appearance on the phone. The number just went to voice mail and matched his tone. I would have preferred the hippy. Nothing worse than wasting your time being scammed into scamming other people.
Wish me luck on my job hunt!!
