Making Your Bagel Taste Bad Retroactively
Many moons ago, when I was a newly minted librarian, I found myself in a publishing job where I was responsible for creating indexes for various works. I did this for eight years, supervising a small staff, tweaking techniques, and so on.
Indexing was still a niche business, but many libraries suddenly wanted their various historical and newspaper collections indexed and were hiring.
My state library had one such position. My resume was received with enthusiasm, and my first interview was with the head of the library. He finished our review with:
Library Head: “You will fit in well. Your next interview will be with the reference staff next week.”
So, the next week, I used one of my precious vacation days to return. The reference staff greeted me like an old friend and presented me with bagels and tea, and that was how we interviewed — over tea. One of the questions was about my cooking ability, as they had many parties. Once again, the interview ended with:
Staff: “Well, we have one other applicant, but, seriously, we are sure you are the best match. Once you get here, we’ll help you look for housing.”
I left, excited about the prospects. When I got home, there was a letter waiting for me, telling me they were going with another candidate. Yes, they mailed my rejection out before they even interviewed me.
It turned out there was an internal candidate who already HAD the job, but they were required to interview outsiders anyway.
A year later, the same job was posted again. Still in my twenties and naive, I reapplied. This time, my interview was again with the head librarian, with whom I’d had other interactions over the year. THIS time, he couldn’t remember that we even knew each other and there was no call back.
At least I didn’t use up as much vacation time. And I suspect I dodged a bullet.