A case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand’s doing. Fry’s Food.
The large supermarket chain for any unfamiliar.
The online application was no cakewalk. (Hate online applications for various reasons.)
The followup phone call to arrange an interview was almost as arduous! What I expected to be a quickie 5-minute scheduling turned out to take 20 minutes! Much longer and it would’ve made me late for my interview!
A company email spells out at considerable length where to go for the interview, what time, what to bring, whom to call and what to do if you need to reschedule.
I do. So I followed the instructions as precisely spelled out.
“Sorry,” the store person says. “You have to email her.”
“But the email says to call the store directly,” I respond. “I’m just doing what I’m told to do.”
“They just changed it,” she says, parroting a coworker in the background.
“Ooooo-kay,” I say, now dubious about the true proper procedure. The left hands says do X, the right hand says do T. Whom do you believe? Whom CAN you believe? It’s Corporate. As in Confusing. Conundrum. Confounded.
So I followed the “revised” set of instructions. I emailed the interviewer (presumably a manager) with a request to reschedule, my email and my phone.
Nothing.
Now, it’s not a time crunch … yet. The interview’s Wednesday.
But, knowing Corporate and its incredible efficiency {gag}, it can turn into one on a dime.
Which is the very thing I seek to avoid! Which is why I’m staying on top of this.
I can just see it. Wednesday 4 p.m. comes. The interviewer’s sitting there waiting, checking the time, tapping her toes. I don’t appear. I’m written up — and — off as a no-show.
There goes an interview and possible employment down the drain. Plus I’m perceived in a false light and a black mark’s put on my record, so to speak.
**All through no fault of my own!!**
All because the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand’s doing.
At some point, I want the adults I’m dealing with to be adults. To be accountable and responsible. Even if they’re only half as responsible as I am, that’s still a gain from the average!
Short of going to the market and sitting there for hours and hours hoping she’ll show so I can actually personally request an interview reschedule, I can do only so much. I’m doing the best I can. The most I can. All that I can. If she fucks up and never responds, then it is I who bears the consequences, not she.
It’s been a long time since I’ve dealt with Corporate — capital C. I got out in 2004 and never looked back with anything but scorn and relief and exhilaration of being unshackled to that monster. A cold, heartless, inhumane The Bottom Line Alone Matters monster.
I’m not suggesting the interviewer is of those characteristics, rather that that’s the nature of the Corporate beast. I’ve not missed it and do not miss it one iota.
Yet here it is again, blatant and in my face. The left hand and right hand speaking entirely different languages. As a person and natural CEO with inherent gifts at organization, order, sound structures and communication — running a tight ship is my nature — this crap rankles, profoundly!
Only time’ll tell whether I’m a “no show” at Wednesday’s interview due to a breakdown on *their/her* end. Or whether she’ll rise to the occasion and answer an email — well, emails.
You’d think it’d be simple. So simple. It SHOULD be simple!
Until I’m reminded: The Corporate monster knows no simplicity. It feeds on inefficiency and stupidity and illogic and unreason; after its feast, its fart smells of Aggravation for humans in its presence.
Will she or won’t she respond? Will we or won’t we reschedule? Only the beast time shall tell!
Allelujah, Arizona! 