New Intern!

You’re reading a post from a new publicity intern! It was a long summer going on interviews, being rejected, sending out more applications… But I did it! And I landed something that I am sincerely excited about and am so happy that nothing else worked out before this. 

Here’s one depressing story from my past experiences and then we can move on, since I am moving on. 

I was coming from having had my first big interview of the summer and not having heard back from anyone despite thinking that I had done really well. I had been asked on an interview with a company who published retirement advisement magazines; it really wasn’t something for me to get very excited over, but a position is what I was after and it didn’t really matter where it was. I showed up a few minutes early, because that is what every good interviewee should do, and I was asked to wait for the head of HR. Almost twenty minutes later, an older woman comes out and greats me and takes me to an empty office so that we can get started. From the start I could tell that this was not going to go well. The way she looked me up and down made me feel like I was totally unimpressive (I know this is much easier to say behind a keyboard, but while I may not be impressive all of the time, I am definitely impressive when I am dressed right). But she started chatting and she was fairly friendly until we got to my work experience. Now, when you are about to interview someone, one would think the proper thing to do would be to read through the potential employee’s resume so as not to look like an ass or make the interviewee feel like one. But this woman clearly didn’t think that was necessary and proceeded to ask me about several things with which I was inexperienced, suggested that someone with my level of education should have encountered such things, and made me feel like a complete jerk. She tried to cover her tracks, I guess realizing after looking at my face that I was miffed. Fortunately, her way of covering her tracks was to begin to give glowing compliments; unfortunately, her glowing compliments were not for me, but for the editor of the magazine with whom I supposed to meet with next. It was clear that the head of HR absolutely adored this young woman the way she went on about her. When it was the editor’s turn to take over the interview, the HR woman came back into the office without her saying that she must have stepped out. I was asked to sit in the lobby once more, and after fifteen minutes, the head of HR comes back to tell me that, unfortunately, the editor would not be in to interview me as she had not been there ALL DAY. “Oh. it’s so unlike her,” she says. “Oh, something just terrible must have happened,” she says. “Oh, Alexandra, we would LOVE to have to come back in,” she says! Four hours into the work day and no one thought it strange that an editor, who apparently never behaves this way, had not shown up for work or that they should cancel any of her appointments for the day. I never heard back. Never even got an apology for wasting my time. Maybe it is a little presumptuous of me to have thought that I would hear anything at all, but an apology would have been nice. 

So that’s the worst of my stories. I’m sure someone’s got one better. Let’s hear it.