I also met the bookkeeper there as well. SHE was the one explaining what the job would be and she didn’t do a very articulate job of it. It was like pulling teeth to get any kind of answers, and a really good sign of things there was when she mentioned the name of one of the agents, describing him as “a mess.” The guy in charge kind of moaned/groaned/snorted when she said his name. A mess? I think not. If that’s the boss’s reaction, he must be a nightmare.
I wasted a lunch break and about 11 miles of gas in my Blazer (when I could have ridden the scooter for cheaper) for that crap. Although, I am somewhat proud of myself. I didn’t get visibly pissed off while I was there. In fact, I grew some balls while I was there. He asked me what I thought of the position so far. I explained to him why I didn’t like it and wasn’t interested anymore.
“It’s not 100% marketing.” It sounds like it’s an administrative assistant position. “I don’t consider it administrative assistance.” But it does provide office support to those 24 agents in the field. “Could it be 50% marketing? Yes, it could grow into that down the road.” But it’s not even that much right now. I don’t need to have it explained to me how I would be the first impression of that office whenever someone called or came in. I’m not a dummy. It’s the receptionist position for Christ’s sake. That first impression line is a GIVEN.
He actually kept on like I was going to still be considered for the position. I was starting to feel like this was a bait and switch over what I was expecting. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” No. No, you don’t have to because I just said, maybe it’s a position I’d check back on, further down the road. I’d be shocked if he actually called me back.