There has been much talk in the blogosphere about the rocket scientist who tweeted:
Cisco just offered me a job! Now I have to weigh the utility of a fatty paycheck against the daily commute to San Jose and hating the work
to the whole world and was spotted by a Cisco Channel Manager. Or the PR guy from NY who, with brain surgeon levels of forethought, tweeted about what an unpleasant place [I’m paraphrasing] he thought Memphis was just prior to giving a talk … in Memphis. You’ve got to be very careful in the online world and I have written about this issue before. But what about the offline world? True story:
I am sitting on a DART train heading into Dublin city to work onsite with a client. The carriage is full but not packed and there is the usual hum and buzz emanating from that many people. Suddenly the murmur is sharply over-ridden:
“Hi Gav? It’s Jace [Short for Jason perhaps?]. I’m on the DORSH, headin’ in now.

Yah, should be a breeze. I’ve got the Hugo Boss on[Suit or aftershave? We’ll never know] and I had a gander at the front page of their website last night and a scan of the Oirish Times this morning.

No prob my son. I’m exactly their type and they’re focking desperate for people! The ad was soooo obviously written with me in mind. I’ll just keep smiling and give them the ol’ dummy one-two and I’m in!

Roysh. Cool. Talk to you later.”
[Glossary for those of you who have not encountered this particular breed of South County Dublin troglodyte before:
DORSH – DART, a type of rapid transit train
Yah – Affirmative
Oirish – Irish, but with marbles [morbles?] in your mouth
Focking – Propriety precludes direct translation, but as a hint, substitute the letter ‘o’ with a ‘u’ and see what happens
Soooo – Very
The ol’ dummy one-two – A sporting term, almost certainly arising from the game of Rugby football.
Roysh – Very well then]
All of this delivered at a truly offensive volume. We hapless commuters listened with jaws agape and shaking heads and then went back to our thoughts or newspapers. Shortly after, I arrived at my client’s offices and headed into the boardroom to commence two long days of graduate interviews.See if you can guess who my first candidate was that morning?

When does a job interview begin? It begins the moment you are at risk of encountering anyone who has anything to do with the company you are interviewing with.

Offhand with the security guard? Not smart. Flirting offensively with the receptionist? Not smart. Frantically scanning the company report in the reception area in plain view of everyone who walks by? Not smart. Telling a train carriage full of commuters that you’re going to con your way through a job interview in a few minutes? Really not smart.

I have written before about Jan Carlzon’s Moments of Truth concept as it applies to the job-hunt. Some people forget that concept entirely, others [like our cacophonous friend above] forget that they don’t control all the moments:

  • Your email address and signature
  • Your Facebook, Linkedin, Blog, YouTube or whatever entries
  • Every facet of your written application
  • Your behaviour and demeanour on the phone and in the building
  • Your behaviour and demeanour when you don’t know you’re being observed

And that’s all before the interview proper even begins.

So when does a job interview begin? Short answer – a lot sooner than a lot of people think …

Related Posts:
Controlling your web presence
Employers searching social networking sites
Facebook spills the beans
Peter Shankman’s hilarious post on the ill-fated Memphis tweet