- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2012
I just need to throw myself a pity party here, sorry. After I found out the last 2 positions I interviewed for didn’t actually exist because they never got budget approval (one was 9 interviews!), I decided to contact a staffing company. I had an interview today with one that is considered to be the most reputable in the area. I’ve was assigned this girl who I’ve talked on the phone multiple times to that was ‘so excited’ about reading my resume and couldn’t wait for me to come in because ‘she had just so many opportunities for me that matched perfectly’ and I needed to come in right away. So I venture into DC today for our meeting. I e-mailed her a list of jobs I found on their website I felt were a good fit and asked if we could talk about them prior so I could cater my resume to them and all she writes back is ‘we can discuss them when you are here. We have so many that you’d be perfect for. I can’t wait to see you!’
So I get to the city and park. Most of the parking garages park your car for you. I hate when people drive my car. They always move my seat and it takes 20 minutes for the guy to bring it to you. Sure enough, I get one of those garages. I get to the building and their name is on the sign but I couldn’t find their office. I call them and find out that I had been given the wrong address. Their actual location was 16 blocks away. Since they had already taken my car, traffic is ridiculous, and I had already paid the $20 to park, I decided to hoof it. While I’m walking, a homeless guy screams at me that he wants to f**k me and slit my throat, which I totally enjoyed, and finally, I get to their office. 20 minutes later she finally meets with me. She starts with ‘This won’t take long. I only need 10 minutes.’ Seriously? She asked me one question that wasn’t on my resume -what do I think are my 2 top strengths. Everything else could have been found if she had bothered to look beyond my address (things like ‘how long were you there?’, ‘where did you go to college?’). So the time comes when i ask her about the positions she had open that I was a good fit for. What does she say? ‘Oh, we only have one position available but you need 3 years working as an admin asst. I only recruit for admin positions and they generally don’t pay more than $10 an hour.’ The jobs I had e-mailed her about that were on their website were $80,000+ a year software positions. When I brought that up she was like ‘ya, it’s so weird, I couldn’t find that job, but I can’t submit you for those positions when they come up anyway. My co-worker handles those jobs.’ Can I talk to the co-worker? ‘No, you’re assigned to me.’ End of meeting. I live 6 hours away. I told you that, and this is all I get? We couldn’t do this over the phone?
During those 10 minutes, a monsoon decided to hit the city. 45 minutes later, I finally get back to my car. My foot is bleeding from the wet leather rubbing against it, my resume book got soaked and my brag book and all my papers are ruined, my nice purse is destroyed, my pants are soaking wet and brown (ew) up to my knee, some Occupy DC’er shouted at me that I was a corporate whore because I walked past him in a suit, and the parking guy called me a bitch for getting his stuff wet while I was waiting for my car to come. By the time I was in my car, I was full on crying. I blame all this on you, recruiter girl!
I’ve worked with recruiters before and I know a lot that are scum. I know that they get paid not only for placing people, but also have a quota of new clients they have to get placed in the system per month. I’ve had a lot waste my time by sending me on interviews as a filler knowing I wasn’t qualified but they needed to send a certain amount of people and I drew the short straw. I deal with them because most just want to talk to you when they have jobs, and they can actually get you one. I’ve never had one literally waste my time like this. She lied to me, cost me a lot of money, and basically put me through hell to get her ‘new client’ quota. I have other words I would like to direct towards her but they’re not suitable for this site. I’m getting in bed, drinking a beer and watching cartoons, and I don’t plan on moving the rest of the night. Game over.