We hate flying. The physical issues associated with our hearing loss mean that flying of any sort is incredibly painful and tiring. So just getting to and from the interview we had yesterday was incredibly stressful and draining. We did it though…
When we got to the University we were shown around the campus by another librarian. It was an incredibly beautiful campus and the library was a clash of old building with new technology, but it worked. There was lots of space for communal or individual work and the teaching spaces were well appointed. The first sign that things were a little odd were evident fairly early on. Part of the tour took us past the reference desk where two librarians were working, one was busy doing their own work staring at the computer screen, the other was helping a student. My tour guide paused and it was obvious that he was going to make introductions. The librarian who was doing their own work looked at us out of the corner of their eye and kept on working. When the student left the other librarian (who was the head of one of the service areas) my tour guide stepped towards her and we both looked at her. She ignored us both and went back to typing furiously on her keyboard.
So maybe professionalism and basic customer service isn’t their thing???
Also went into the staffroom where several librarians were having lunch, again just suspicious looks.
So maybe even smiling isn’t their thing???
Then the interview… we gave a quick presentation and then got into the questions. The Human Resources guy was rude. He mentioned that some of our responses were strange. He was dismissive and at times confrontational. It was awful. We were already off-balance because of the odd behaviour we saw during the tour, so answered questions badly. In part because Management realised we wouldn’t fit in there, so purposefully answered a few of the questions in an odd way – not enough to be written off, but enough to mean that we shouldn’t get through to the next round in the process.
We hope we don’t get offered the job, I’m not sure how you turn down a job offer. I’m just so lucky that we’re currently employed so we have the luxury of being able to turn down jobs.
After we finally got home Sophie was in tears and couldn’t stop crying. We needed to reach out, but didn’t know how. We chatted very briefly with a friend, but the sense of compassion and caring we got was too much to handle. We needed to punish ourselves instead… punish ourselves for needing to reach out… punish that need Sophie had to cry… punish ourselves for applying for the job…