Sunday, March 26, 2006

The applicant

Jeez, I really have to get a grip, not a single post since tuesday. I really have no excuse, except I really have not had anything to write about. The muse, whatever it is, did not speak to me during the week. To be honest, I have had something to write about, I just haven't felt like writing at all, period.

I mentioned earlier that I feared the step into the unknown I thought I had to take. What I didn't realize, what I didn't see, is that before you have to take that step you have to open the door that leads to the unknown. The door I'm talking about has a very difficult lock and I don't know if I, the key, fit.

The story is as follows: Several months ago, at my fathers request, I sent a mail to a former work collegue of his who now works for an internet poker service (betting, poker, casino and such). My fathers former collegue asked me if I was willing to move abroad, as they were setting up an office where they had their gambling licence. I said naturally and sent him my CV and stuff. He then, several weeks ago, sent me four job discriptions. I let him know that I was intrested in two of them. After another few weeks of silence I sent him a mail wishing him good luck in his work to set up the office abroad. I also asked him to give my CV a glance when a job opportunity opened it self. He immidiatly sent me a mail telling me that many of the places had been given away, but he would like to meet me about the ones that were still open.

Wednesday morning, 9 am. Apparently I was there on a job intervue for the place as a Campaign Manager, a place to which I had not applied. Even though I feel I could do the job I was not prepared at all for the questions about my competence related to this specific place. Needless to say, I did not perform very well.

I can't really talk about this beeing unfair or not. I don't know if I got the intervue because my contact knew my father or because he thought that I was competent enough for the place. I'm leaning towards the latter explaination. As an intervuer you would have all the aces on the hand if the applicant doesn't know what place he is there for, so he doesn't have anything to loose to be tough in the intervue.

I'm a lesson learned richer.

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