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Job interview day. Shower, shave, dress as if you're going to your first day at work (in tech support, that means dress like you're ready slap on a headset, log in and start taking calls, i.e.: a collared polo shirt, khaki slacks, "sensible" shoes). Not a single tattoo mars my flesh and the most flashy jewelry I'm wearing is a Seiko quartz day/date watch.
Check in with the receptionist, who calls the hiring manager. I am the only person in the lobby besides the receptionist.
The moderately tattooed and facially pierced hiring manager pokes her head through the door and does a double-take right out of a Three Stooges short, then looks around the lobby, almost as if she's wishing the REAL Joseph Ekaitis has stepped out to the restroom. Barely concealing her disappointment, she stands in the doorway (instead of coming forward for the usual handshake greeting) and asks "Are you Joseph?"
I stand. "Yes, I am."
Her shoulders visibly slump. "Please come with me."
The interview lasts barely 15 minutes and consists of reciting a few passages from my resume. No questions about my technical skills (it's a help desk position for which I'm fully qualified). Stand, handshake, thanks for coming.
Within 24 hours, the "thanks for your interest" email arrives.
Should I just tell employers up front that I'm nearly 60 years old instead of wasting the time and gasoline to go to an interview that's little more than a beauty contest audition?
Check in with the receptionist, who calls the hiring manager. I am the only person in the lobby besides the receptionist.
The moderately tattooed and facially pierced hiring manager pokes her head through the door and does a double-take right out of a Three Stooges short, then looks around the lobby, almost as if she's wishing the REAL Joseph Ekaitis has stepped out to the restroom. Barely concealing her disappointment, she stands in the doorway (instead of coming forward for the usual handshake greeting) and asks "Are you Joseph?"
I stand. "Yes, I am."
Her shoulders visibly slump. "Please come with me."
The interview lasts barely 15 minutes and consists of reciting a few passages from my resume. No questions about my technical skills (it's a help desk position for which I'm fully qualified). Stand, handshake, thanks for coming.
Within 24 hours, the "thanks for your interest" email arrives.
Should I just tell employers up front that I'm nearly 60 years old instead of wasting the time and gasoline to go to an interview that's little more than a beauty contest audition?