MFI@ISB
[MFI= Micro Finance Institutions (NO!!) It means My First Interview-----]
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Over the last month or so I was jealous of all I -banking types and IT types interviewing for various International jobs and giving us lesser mortals that “ I have a shortlist” look in their crisp business suits. So I decided that I must do something to get that damn suit of mine out.
So it was a pharma major—a nice company—found the role to kind of interesting and presumed that money would be decent. And bang u go I had my first shortlist.
The day of Interview me happy posing the “I have a shortlist” look. Attended the Capital Markets Conference the whole day since the interview was at 6 (what do I need to prepare! I kind of know my stuff attitude). Came back at 4 and read up a bit of this and that. Had practiced for a PI with my group so was feeling fairly comfortable.
Started dressing up. But----------What is that? The bloody zip of my business suit trouser got stuck ---damn---Drycleaner—that bastard---why I dint chk this before? What should I do? Quaddies—they all have business suits—no but misfit in size—oh my god –panic panic—Should I chk with Consultant---no size too big ---oh my god—lemme try with this itself try try try ---------Ha atlast it worked –Yippieeeeee—I am atleast going for that first interview.
Reached the Spot. Exce housing first floor. Chatted with a couple of candidates. Bored them to death with unwarranted gyan and gossip.
Interview---The HR lady told me that two fin guys were supposed to come—Only one is here cos the other one missed her flight. So that’s y I am interviewing. I know nothing bout Finance. (Yippiee—No technical questions)---
Started with tell me about yourself types—then went on to totally different tangent. We discussed San-Francisco roads, Alcatraz, New York, Middle east whether She would need to cover up her face in Dubai—I said no only in Saudi—In Dubai u can wear whatever you like---Diabetes, Indian Vs Swiss food habits, What I liked most about middle east ( I said roads—I could drive as fast as I want to ) What speed did you touch? (180 types) No police –I said no there are cameras but u should know how to trick them---She was impressed with the technology and said we don’t have it in Switzerland! I said oil money can buy anything!!
She asked for Tea and I said yes---again useless crap like Why MBA, Why ISB, Why This company? Why Pharma? Rattled out practiced answers with tons of gyan----
Interview over
Takeaways :
Was it even an interview? What was I doing there? Laughing my guts out with an old lady------ What was I thinking? I don’t know. If I have all interviews like this am I ever going to crack a job?
One hell of an interview ---( if you think it was one !!)
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Over the last month or so I was jealous of all I -banking types and IT types interviewing for various International jobs and giving us lesser mortals that “ I have a shortlist” look in their crisp business suits. So I decided that I must do something to get that damn suit of mine out.
So it was a pharma major—a nice company—found the role to kind of interesting and presumed that money would be decent. And bang u go I had my first shortlist.
The day of Interview me happy posing the “I have a shortlist” look. Attended the Capital Markets Conference the whole day since the interview was at 6 (what do I need to prepare! I kind of know my stuff attitude). Came back at 4 and read up a bit of this and that. Had practiced for a PI with my group so was feeling fairly comfortable.
Started dressing up. But----------What is that? The bloody zip of my business suit trouser got stuck ---damn---Drycleaner—that bastard---why I dint chk this before? What should I do? Quaddies—they all have business suits—no but misfit in size—oh my god –panic panic—Should I chk with Consultant---no size too big ---oh my god—lemme try with this itself try try try ---------Ha atlast it worked –Yippieeeeee—I am atleast going for that first interview.
Reached the Spot. Exce housing first floor. Chatted with a couple of candidates. Bored them to death with unwarranted gyan and gossip.
Interview---The HR lady told me that two fin guys were supposed to come—Only one is here cos the other one missed her flight. So that’s y I am interviewing. I know nothing bout Finance. (Yippiee—No technical questions)---
Started with tell me about yourself types—then went on to totally different tangent. We discussed San-Francisco roads, Alcatraz, New York, Middle east whether She would need to cover up her face in Dubai—I said no only in Saudi—In Dubai u can wear whatever you like---Diabetes, Indian Vs Swiss food habits, What I liked most about middle east ( I said roads—I could drive as fast as I want to ) What speed did you touch? (180 types) No police –I said no there are cameras but u should know how to trick them---She was impressed with the technology and said we don’t have it in Switzerland! I said oil money can buy anything!!
She asked for Tea and I said yes---again useless crap like Why MBA, Why ISB, Why This company? Why Pharma? Rattled out practiced answers with tons of gyan----
Interview over
Takeaways :
Was it even an interview? What was I doing there? Laughing my guts out with an old lady------ What was I thinking? I don’t know. If I have all interviews like this am I ever going to crack a job?
One hell of an interview ---( if you think it was one !!)
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