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Name: John Squires
Age: 40 something
Occupation: Depot Manager - one the larger more prestigious depots in London
Eyes: Blue
Build: Tall and Rugby esque, but middle age spread has started
Status: Married but bored.
John was bored. It was the afternoon, and the second day of sitting in the same hotel rooms undertaking first round interviews for their company’s graduate training scheme. He was one of the depot managers, and had been asked to be part of the selection process. The company had narrowed down to around 200 applicants for approx 50 places.
Those that passed would then be sent on a residential selection process undertaking various tests and interview processes in a vain attempt to select the best applicants. Their purpose was to remove the weird, the wonderful from the process. Each Interview was conducted by three interviewers, asking standard questions, and filling in a form. But it was objective for the most part.
The last interviewee for the day was someone called Mark, a relatively local person, and hence why he was chosen last, it would be easier for him to travel home. John studied the guy as they interviewed him.
He seemed okay, intelligent, a good CV, and good references. As he spoke, John watched the guys lips, and his thoughts started to drift. He was 22, and reasonably tall, smart and handsome; his brown hair was trimmed and tidy, but not overly short.
Finally it was the last question, and this time it was john's turn to ask...
"So Mark, why should we invite you to the second round of interviews?"
Name: John Squires
Age: 40 something
Occupation: Depot Manager - one the larger more prestigious depots in London
Eyes: Blue
Build: Tall and Rugby esque, but middle age spread has started
Status: Married but bored.
John was bored. It was the afternoon, and the second day of sitting in the same hotel rooms undertaking first round interviews for their company’s graduate training scheme. He was one of the depot managers, and had been asked to be part of the selection process. The company had narrowed down to around 200 applicants for approx 50 places.
Those that passed would then be sent on a residential selection process undertaking various tests and interview processes in a vain attempt to select the best applicants. Their purpose was to remove the weird, the wonderful from the process. Each Interview was conducted by three interviewers, asking standard questions, and filling in a form. But it was objective for the most part.
The last interviewee for the day was someone called Mark, a relatively local person, and hence why he was chosen last, it would be easier for him to travel home. John studied the guy as they interviewed him.
He seemed okay, intelligent, a good CV, and good references. As he spoke, John watched the guys lips, and his thoughts started to drift. He was 22, and reasonably tall, smart and handsome; his brown hair was trimmed and tidy, but not overly short.
Finally it was the last question, and this time it was john's turn to ask...
"So Mark, why should we invite you to the second round of interviews?"
