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Jonathan's original post including the rules. But long story short, you hereby have my permission to shred/praise/toss/tout/completely rewrite the first two pages of my horror Work in Progress, contracted with
Sinister Grin Press, THE HEMATOPHAGES. Happy reading. And be gentle!
1.
“What is your greatest weakness as a researcher?”
It’s a stupid question.
One that’s been asked at job interviews since time immemorial. Briefly, the image of a protosapient
Neanderthal in a pantsuit made from leopardhide comes into my mind, asking an
applicant what her greatest weakness as a mammoth hunter is.
I take a deep breath.
The air is oxygen-rich. Richer
than we keep it on Ryloft. That’s
good. That’s to my advantage. My pupils are dilated. My senses are sharp.
I refocus on the question. The creaky old cowshit question, old as the
hills.
The purpose
of this question is to turn it around and reveal a secret strength.
“Truth be told, I’ve found that there are times when I
become too obsessive about my work.
Burning the midnight oil.
Sometimes when I get too wrapped up in a research project I can end up
neglecting my personal relationships, leisure time, and, yes, even
hygiene. I don’t smell too bad right
now, do I?”
Everyone chuckles.
Work humor. The joke wouldn’t
even elicit a smile with real human beings.
At the office, it brings the house down.
Something inoffensive enough to laugh at.
The next woman on the panel clears a rather unpleasant
clog of mucus from her throat to refocus our attention. I realize I’ve forgotten every single one of
their names. I think this one is the Equal
Opportunity Representative.
“Tell me, Dr. Ambroziak, as a counterpoint, what is your
greatest strength?”
I’m not a doctor.
I should probably have corrected her.
But I didn’t.
Was that part of the test? Should I have corrected her? Were they probing for assertiveness?
No, by the five sets of dull glassy eyes staring back at
me I can tell they’re not pulling any flashy corporation nouveau tricks out of their collective sleeve on
me. They (or just the EO rep) had
probably just misread my resumé.
The purpose
of this question is to show restraint, that you’re humble and a team player,
and not a braggart.
“My greatest strength?” I repeat, trailing off as though
I’d never given the matter any thought.
I re-cross my legs so that they are reversed. The panel is staring at me, sympathizing. Make them wait much longer and I’ll seem like
a dummy. But wait just long enough to
feel like I’m really digging deep. I
exhale painfully.
“Well, if I had to pick something I suppose my greatest strength is that I’m wise enough to
know my own limitations. I know when to
ask for help, whether from my supervisor or my peers. I’m not the sort of person who’s going to get
in over her head and then keep pretending like I can swim my way out of
it. Of course, you all know the story
about the mice and the bucket.”
The panelists exchanged glances with each other.
“The mice and the…bucket?” the EO rep asked tentatively.
“You’ve not heard?
I thought everyone that old chestnut.”
I looked from face to face.
Blank. “Well, you see, one day
two mice fell into a bucket of milk. The
first one couldn’t scrabble up over the side, so she gave up and drowned. But the second one kept paddling and paddling
and eventually she churned the milk into butter and then just walked right out. The point is never give up and never quit
trying.”
The low murmur that followed was like a symphony of mild
acclaim. So far I’d been asked four
questions, and so far I’d knocked all four out of the park. There were five panelists and if I knew anything
about interviews that meant the last one was coming.
“Are you ready for the final question?”
I nod.
“What is the meaning of life?”
I’m not taken aback.
Thank God they haven’t strayed from the script in the slightest. This is just Corporate Interviewing 101. Not a single one of them has put a second of
thought into their questions, and every single one has an objectively “correct”
answer. I’d be surprised if they hadn’t
come from a pre-made list.
The “spoiler”
question. The purpose of this or any
other spoiler is to judge whether I’m easily confused or thrown off my
game. The answer doesn’t matter. Just answer confidently, as though they had
asked you about your education or qualifications.
Without missing a beat, I say, “The meaning of life is to
persist.”
