Today I am meeting a
couple of people from a very large real estate firm. It’s my first real interview in years.
It’s a miserable day. Heavy rain.
My hair is out of control. The
roots are starting to show. I feel fat. And I have been explicitly told via email, “Please bring a
résumé with you and do dress for success.”
I no longer own a power
suit. So I wear what has become my go-to outfit: black Prada boots, Thakoon wool
skirt, black Wolford top, and LV scarf.
Ah, when I used to have money to spend on such luxuries.
I ask Alexander to take a
picture.
He does, but reluctantly,
and not before adding, “You should make an album of photos of yourself. Here’s me going out to dinner. Here’s me
meeting Zelia to see a movie. Here’s me returning
from Agata’s. Here’s me about to brush
my teeth. Here’s me after brushing my
teeth.” He makes his point.
Because of the weather,
subways and buses are slow, and I am five minutes late. Not to worry, others are later. That’s right.
Others. I am one of about fifteen
invited into a big conference room to watch a 45-minute presentation, including
three different speakers, on how great the firm is. I needn’t have worried about what to
wear. One woman, in a
too-tight-too-low-cut black evening dress sits near me. She looks like her next appointment may be at
a speed-dating event for over 50’s. Then
there’s the guy in jeans. Was I the only
one sent instructions on how to dress?
The presentation finally
ends. We are then told we will be
interviewed by a firm principal. Only
two of us are interested in “only sales” (as opposed to rentals). We are scurried out of the room. The remaining 13 are to be interviewed one by
one. While they wait, someone who used
to be a stand-up comedian enters the room to keep everyone entertained. I don’t remember being entertained while I
waited over an hour for an interview at Discovery years ago. Perhaps this is a new trend.
My interviewer tells me he
doesn’t need my resume (the one I was asked to bring). He doesn’t have one and knows nothing about
me. He asks why I am interested in this
firm. I repeat some of the highlights I
just heard in the presentation. I tell
him a couple of things about myself, though he doesn’t ask. He concludes I’d be great. He says he’ll arrange for me to meet the
manager of the branch office on the Upper Eastside.
I ask him if he ever rejects anyone. He says yes.
I imagine they are the ones with no teeth, eating corn, and taking calls
during the interview.
Our meeting ends about seven
minutes after it starts. I must have
dressed right. I wonder if the woman in
the cocktail attire made it to the next level?
Probably.
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