“In
the end, I had to smash him on the head with a hammer, twice,” said the tall woman
sitting at the middle of a long table on a padded chair. “It split open like an egg, blood and brains all over the floor.”
“Well,
it was the right thing to do,” said the young man to her left.
“Yeah,
it was,” an older woman nodded.
I got to the National Fiscal Evaluation Regulatory Agency offices a
little early and stuck my head into the boardroom to let the interview panel
know of my arrival. I had obviously interrupted some serious conversation.
“Come
on in,” said tall, now-scary-to-me, middle-table woman upon seeing my head peer through
the open door. “Sit down.”
I
did. Quickly.
“So,
we’ve all seen your resume and have the results of your office skills test,”
she said. “Obviously, you made the cut, and we just want to hear a bit about
your work habits and get a feel for what motivates you.”
The young guy seemed disengaged, looked down, and started muttering.
“I don’t think I could have done it,” he said in semi-whisper.
“I don’t think I could have done it,” he said in semi-whisper.
“You
never know what you will do until you have to,” tall, scary one said turning to him. “Anyway, drop
it; we’re supposed to be doing an interview.”
I
tried to focus and mentally rehearsed government-job vocabulary.
“Now,
tell us a bit about yourself,” said the chair.
I
hate this non-question question. It’s supposed to be a big chance to differentiate yourself from other
candidates. But there are so many stupid ways to differentiate yourself; so few
good ones. I hesitated, and that created
an opening for older lady to chime in on the not yet dead conversation about hammers and brains.
“If
I couldn’t do it myself, I would have gotten Eddie to do it,” she said. “He’s
good at that stuff, anything to do with blood or tools.”
I
told them about my mandolin lessons, my interest in foreign language music, and
some of the things I put on the walls of my apartment. This was to be my warm up to information more
directly aligned with the position of Assistant Audit Engagement Leader.
“Well,
that’s great, Mr. Swallow,” said the scary panel chair. “But I guess what we’d
really like to know is where do you see yourself in five years?”
“How
many years do you think he would have lived if you hadn’t killed him?” asked
the older woman.
“I
don’t know,” said the panel chair. “Why
do you care? He was miserable – that was
obvious. Now, focus on what the bloody candidate has to say.”
I
cleared my throat.
“Um,
five years, well let’s see, I will be over fifty,” I said. “I guess the odds of
being in a doctor’s office or a pharmacy would be greater.”
“We
were thinking more about where you saw yourself in our organization,” said
young guy. “You know maybe a supervisor or even the Engagement Leader position
itself.”
“Yeah,
that’s what I meant,” I backtracked. “I meant that I’ll probably be in some
really high pressure, miserable, stressful job and that will mean I will need
to go to the doctor and get some prescription drugs.”
“I guess it would have been ridiculous to try to give him drugs to the ease the pain,” said young guy, returning to the other subject, picking up on my last words, and ignoring the rest.
“I guess it would have been ridiculous to try to give him drugs to the ease the pain,” said young guy, returning to the other subject, picking up on my last words, and ignoring the rest.
“Will
you just drop it,” said the panel chair. “Now focus, and let’s get this over
with, that bright one with the private sector experience is going to be here in
five minutes.”
Looking
back at my face, recognizing a confused, awkward kind of ignorance, and
noticing a black electronic device in the closed palm of my hand, she grimaced, sighed, and
elucidated.
“We’re
talking about a mouse,” she said. “It was caught in a trap, but didn’t die,
crawled with its front feet across the goddamn basement floor leaving a streak
of blood behind it and squealing in pain.”
“Yes,
that’s what I thought,” I lied.
“Then,
why did you keep turning on that tape recorder when we were talkin’ about it ?”
“Ah,
ah, oh, I see my time is up.”
“Oh
yeah, right, so that’s the interview, but we could schedule a follow-up to talk
about why you were fired from your last job - or maybe we should just end it now as we
always do by asking if you have any
questions you would like to ask us ?”
“Yeah,
do you still have that hammer ?”