ben jones on interviews

Let's get hypothetical. Suppose you'd like a job in Denmark since paying for anything is like getting a mule-kick to your manhood. Suppose that you meticulously craft your resume and cover letter, and your temporal investment has yielded your desired return: the interview. Suppose further (and this is, of course, just supposition) that you've been granted an interview by a company called Milestone systems that makes software to run internet-based surveillance systems. All you need to do is ace the interview and the job is yours. Suppose you were Ben Jones. You should probably:

1. Arrive on time, perhaps even a bit early
2. Dress professionally
3. Check in at reception
4. Remember your belongings as you depart
5. Write a nifty follow-up to your interviewer

Now imagine it all went horribly, horribly wrong. Instead:

1. You give yourself an hour to get to the company, knowing that it's a ways away. You take your bike with you on the suburban train because the company is at least 3 km away from the train stop. After exiting the train, you become horribly lost in a suburban labyrinth, asking 8-9 people in a languish you don't speak for directions. Ultimately, you arrive at the company 5 minutes late.
2. You have on a suit and overcoat, minus a belt since you forgot to bring one from the United States. You hope the interviewer doesn't notice. However, since Lance Armstrong would be envious of the blistering speed you've undertaken to arrive on time, you are panting like a St. Bernard and your shirt looks like your armpits are hiding geysers.
3. You can't find the main entrance and, in desperation, go through an open door with the company logo on it. This places you in the bowels of the office, where you are eventually found by employees and escorted to the front desk. Your interviewer is there waiting for you. He'll make jokes about this little mishap throughout the course of your converstaion.
4. After the interview, you decide to bike the 15 km home. Fifteen minutes into your ride, you realize that your folio is missing. In it is your passport. You bike back to the site of your already disastrous interview and, entering through the correct entrance this time, have the secretary summon your interviewer to let you back into the conference room to fetch it.
5. You don't even know what to write. Or even if you should write anything.

So instead of feeling jubilant and relieved after your interview, you get a kebab and stand outside feeling sorry for yourself. You hear back Monday. What do you think the answer will be?

P.s. No pictures this time, I'm in the process of taking a whole bunch and will upload them all at once.