Why job interviews are a joke

This article (“A scruffy dillema”) is something I wholeheartedly agree with.

While she was away, I scanned the form which she’d been completing during the interview. Viewed from upside down it made little sense.

But there was one scrawled comment across the top of the form which was clearly legible. I shifted slightly to the left to bring it into focus. And there it was, the verdict on all my smooth talking, on all my shows of interest, on all my engaging smiles and enthusiastic nods.

It read: “Scruffy. Suggest Stock Room.”

I always wonder if it used to be different. If people could just knock on someone’s door, say I’m looking for a job and get it, based on the fact that they’re capable, looking for a job and thus willing to work… without sitting in a room confronted by people who can’t look past a pose, clothes, beard, hairstyle or glasses. Not even a spotless academic record will save you from them.

These kind of job interviews get old fast, they stifle progress, and are based on the idea that people who look different are inherently different, thus making superficial discrimination okay. It’s human cattle herding. It’s freaking ludicrous.

Someone should’ve stuck Einstein in a storage room.