Have you gone to an interview, they have your CV in front of them, your application letter where you have invoked the gods and the ancestors and told all these colourful stories of how you were the greatest sweeper in your younger days. How you have managed big teams and delivered great products for your previous employer and are ready to take them to the next level of their growth if they can quickly finish the interview process and employ.
I don’t hate to be asked this question. No. I just wish they asked something else more interesting, something that among other things will break ice. You know, like how was my last hike or bike ride? Then I will have something to tell them about it and as a discerning HR specialist, they can begin to unravel my work ethic from how seriously i take hiking or cycling or running. I forgot about running.
In my village, I don’t know about yours, and especially during funerals when relatives are gathered waiting to be served food or something like that, someone sees you passing and beckons you to them and proceed to take you through an interview process of do you know me and other related questions. I would have no problem with these interviews if in the last year or so we have had commerce with the fellow grilling me but, get this, this is a person you last saw, if we can call it seeing, as a toddler. The greatest offense one ever commits is to admit ignorance. You would think it would be appreciated, but not so in my village of villages. Naaah. You will be told how you don’t know your relatives and other things I am not too keen on narrating.
I honestly have no question that I hate. There are questions I don’t like being asked. There are questions I find boring. And finally those I think are annoying or asked just to piss one off. But that’s just me.
Happy week with less questions friends.