It’s a career milestone the first time you get to be on the other side of the job interview desk. Not that I like to watch people squirm, but I’ve done my share of interviewing from the job-seeker point of view. I know what that side of the table feels like. It’s a nice twist to be the one asking, “Why are you interested in this position?” and “Tell me about a time when you … yadda yadda.”
What knocked me down a peg what the fact that the first interviewee I met for this position has been in my industry longer than I’ve been alive. Tell me that wouldn’t be strange. I’d write more about it, but my company probably has some policy that would get me fired for doing so.
I debated adding one of those wacky interview questions you sometimes hear about into the mix. You know, the “If you were an ice cream flavor, what would you be?” or “Why are manhole covers round?” type. I don’t think I went that wacky, because those just sound stupid. But I do remember one company where the interviewer asked me what superpower I would choose. There must be some hidden meaning to the answer, but I must have missed it. I didn’t get the job.
Random funny story:
In husband news, during dinner the other day, Will looked up from his stir fry and asked how my doctor listens to heart sounds with breasts in the way. He had wondered this since a very awkward encounter with a female “actor patient” in his clinical class.
I tried to remember my last physical exam and couldn’t. Apparently, they don’t teach those “essentials” in Essentials of Clinical Reasoning. For male students who can’t run home and ask their wives amusing questions, how would they ever know? Medicine is an odd career.