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The Job Interview

The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one? I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around. Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf, I told him I took my coffee black. Alas my friend, it got progressively worse, this: our proverbial generational gap. He asked me to explain, how I’d be the best personnel fit, for this illustrious job. Ah! Experience I had in abounds, as I pulled out a 100-page resume, neatly bound. That question, had me off and running, but I knew, I was in some trouble when… I saw his eyes glaze over, and he ask me, ‘Have we made it into space yet?’ He smirked, when he ask, about ‘Recent’ applicable education, in the last 5 years. I condensed my course certifications till he nearly fell off, his crazy chair, my dear! He ask the projects worked on, unfortunately, all were government secret classified. So I added some of the numerous skills, that had been applied, till he almost cried. I started with the job descriptions, but he didn’t like… that the names were so long. And the abbreviations normally used, in this line of work, almost blew his mind. Though I also got the feeling, he may have thought that I’d finally, lost mine, since… My accomplishments had scads of stuff he’d never, ever, be able to comprehend... You know, ‘things’ about the job, HR doesn’t care about or bother to be clued in. Luckily all was saved, before the interviewers’ jaw, hit the floor around his chair. Using a power point presentation, illustrations appeared, giving him a better clue. I even gave him a burned DVD, set to the music of ‘Live Free or Die Hard’, too. He ask about items, he’d never heard of, you know, from way before he was born. But got the feeling he’d be more attentive, talking about a computer game going on. I didn’t lie about a thing, it’s not my fault some Companies are now closed down! But I felt things were somewhat a success, as security finally came to lead me out… Unfortunately, in the end, they hired a young one, and I couldn’t understand why. He was a quiet, little, studious kid, who didn’t say a thing, but had stars in his eyes. He didn’t understand any of the work involved, but his pay would be next to none. But that's whom they got: until that company closed for work that couldn’t be done. All because the HR Department didn't help them get the workers they did need. I became self-employed, developing computer games, all the rage! Oh So Sweet! Yes, I became a millionaire, with my own company, without HR, anywhere seen! Now, we develop rockets to go into space, where I felt, that HR person should be. Dedicated to all those Middle aged people stressed out after looking for a job. Wife and Hubby Collaboration

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/16/2014 8:09:00 AM
I can relate, the company I was with is systematically replacing everyone with young people. Fortunately I found a place that values experience.
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Date: 10/23/2013 4:18:00 PM
brilliant poetry,, i was over qualified so many times in my life, when being interviewed i actually began to believe it... this sort of poetry i truly love,,, time stands still, so others may one day, realize in the future what life is all about today...
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Date: 10/19/2013 6:58:00 AM
I was so delighted to read your light poetry today my dear friend, Carol. Your story is very interesting. I kept on smiling while reading it. It's absolutely true that now adays it's no longer easy to find a job because of age requirements. Thank you so much for sharing! Wow, 6th days from now, it's already your special day,Happy Birthday again, just in case I'll will not be here 'cuz of a trip. Thank u for stopping by on my poem. Have a wonderful day! love lots and big hugs, Leonora
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Date: 10/18/2013 10:57:00 PM
Hi Carol; I really enjoyed this story/poem. Once we get to a certain age - it is hard to get a job. I wirked for a big companny, before I moved to Texas, They were offering money to the people to quit. I got $5,000 and I took it. Two months after I left - I went back for some papers. I found out that they had a lot of young kids working, but they were under contract. They had no benefits. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla
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Date: 10/18/2013 9:09:00 PM
Love your stories my dear friend Carol! What a great story teller, fiction based or reality! Good one my friend! Hugs, xoxox
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Date: 10/18/2013 5:10:00 PM
The worst time in my life was when looking for a job and had young people, half my age to interview me! For many years after I was interviewing people myself trying always to give middle aged people a break! Enjoyed your story so much! It is so well presented and so true! Sometimes things are for the better! Thank you so much for your visit and comments. It was so nice of you!
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Date: 10/18/2013 4:27:00 PM
Carol, I really roared with laughter at reading this one.... My daughter has a Doctorate in Psychology and does human resources work. I tell her she is one of those Doctors that don't do people any good. I'm really quite proud of her. This really hit my old funny bone..... Great fun... Jake
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Date: 10/18/2013 2:19:00 PM
- You have more than enough with your stories ..... - This is a perfect job for such a talented poet who you are Carol! - Always nice to read your stories. - Thank you ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :))
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Date: 10/18/2013 1:02:00 AM
Beautiful...I love this Carol your story grips me from start to finish. The truth told perfectly well and the story sounds realistic too...very convincing. You got me chuckling a bit because I could create the scenery as I read. Well always remember that there is a Job for you. You have it in your "fingers" you just need to find the right patron. Well I will wait for your next write about the first day on the Job. Excellent!
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