Some of you know that a few weeks ago I skipped out of a job interview. The reason was that I felt uneasy about going. Here’s the scoop.
I had two phone interviews with a very nice woman named Amanda. The interviews went well. She kept asking if I’d be OK with a very small company. Very small. She made this clear. I told her yes, a small company was perfect. She told me that I would be reporting to the CEO, Director of Operations and Construction Manager. I got the impression that these were the only people IN the company. That’s cool. She explained that she is not even really part of the company. She is from a hiring/HR agency that was hired by this company to find an Admin.
So in preparation, in the event I get an in-person interview, I thought I should learn more about the company so I Googled them. Nothing. I looked them up on the Yellow Pages online. Nothing.
So no website, no entry in the phone book. Hmmmm… So I went back to the document I kept about this job (I have a Word doc about all jobs for which I have applied and I have had contact with someone about it). I noticed that I had found this job on Craigslist. So I was even more suspicious now. I emailed Amanda asking her where they are, if they have a website, can she tell me anything else about the company. She did not respond.
A few days later I got a call from Amanda saying that they want to meet me. She said she’d send an email with the details. She did, they wanted to meet me Thursday at 3pm and their location. In her words, the company “offices out of one of their former *name removed* Mini Self Storage facilities.” Pardon me? So I am supposed to go to a storage facility for an interview? Are you kidding me? I’m a regular watcher of Dexter, CSI, Bones, and Criminal Minds, there’s no way in hell I am going to a storage shed for a job interview.
So I did a drive by the day before. It turns out there actually is an office there. If you look really closely. It’s tiny and the name on the door, while similar to the company name I was given, was not exactly the same. All I could see was a large window from floor to ceiling. In the room was a desk and there were piles of papers stacked on the floor about 3 feet high. But at least I felt a little better about it seeing as it was a real place…sort of. But I still emailed all my friends telling them where I’d be at 3pm on that day.
My dad lives right near there so I thought I’d call him and see if he wanted to meet me there after the interview so that I could say that I have someone waiting for me in case they were planning on chopping me up into little pieces. My dad was out of town. So was Greg. So I was really all alone. I considered canceling, but chalked it up to my overactive imagination.
So the day of the interview I got all ready. As I was leaving the house I said to Dudley, ‘OK I’m leaving I’ll be back in a little while.’ But a little voice in my head said ‘maybe‘. I started to think what might happen if I did end up in little pieces in the Mississippi River. The dogs would be alone in the house for days until Greg got home. I shook it off and got in the car.
I got about a block from my house and started getting a panic attack. I pulled over and tried to talk myself out of it, saying I was being an alarmist. Then I remembered a friend of mine. She moved to New York City for a job. She was visiting a friend in her apartment building and when she stepped into the elevator a man approached and asked her to hold the door. She felt really uneasy about him but didn’t want to insult him (and thought she was being silly) so she let him in. Well, the doors closed and he attacked her. She was in the hospital for a long time and it still recovering mentally (this happened about 3 years ago).
So I thought, if I go, there is a chance of something bad happening. The chance might be small, but there’s a chance. If I don’t go, there is NO chance of something bad happening. So I called the woman and canceled. I said something came up. It did, my panic attack. I apologized profusely.
I drove home very relieved and emailed Amanda telling her that I had to cancel and I was really sorry. I said I’d reschedule. She wanted to reschedule the next day. Greg was still gone and so was my dad. I asked if I could do it Monday. I didn’t hear back until Tuesday and she said that they chose other applicants.
I’m not surprised and I’m not sad I made the decision. Because a few days ago I heard this story:
So all of you who thought I was being crazy, pppththththththppp (or however you spell that). While it doesn’t look like anyone else who went to those interviews was murdered, you never know.
I didn’t get the job, but that just means it was not the right job for me. Be careful out there. It’s better to err on the side of caution
Posted under Random Thoughts
This post was written by Amy on October 31, 2007


