I recall (gently) poking fun at someone here at SDN who was concerned about passing a personality test at the pharmacy they were applying to...
AND THEN THIS:
Today I went to do the final interview on an internship at SuperMegaPharmacy,* which included a drug test and some other odds and ends. One of the things I had to do prior to this meeting was go online and take the SuperMegaPharmacy companys personality test and do an online application.
*not the real name
I found out when I got to the interview that I FAILED the personality test.
Thats correct. The SuperMegaPharmacy personality test program, in all its infinite wisdom, based on my answers to questions that Im not entirely sure werent written by monkeys (I sometimes feel that most people can not be trusted some of the time. Agree or Disagree?) The SuperMegaPharmacy Monkeys were most displeased with me. After the monkeys ran my profile through their sooper-dooper personality program and finding it lacking, I imagine they also threw poop at it and examined just exactly where it stuck and where it fell off. Satellites were linking up in space. Cruise ship transmissions were synched so that the arctic pole-monkey in the far north experimental employment sub-station could decipher the code that would allow him to set the dial on his decoder ring, a copy of which was then faxed back to the SuperMegaPharmacy company. The HR monkeys, I imagine, after reviewing all the evidence, had no choice but to delete my profile from the system because I surely am not interview material. Reading every third number in the phone book and comparing it to my answers made that painfully obvious.
Sweet.
Now some of you also know that I used to be a police dispatcher. For that job I had to go through a VERY thorough background check, personality tests galore, an actual psychological assessment with a real live Psychiatrist, capital P (What day is it today? Can you say the alphabet backwards? Do you ever hear voices that other people cant hear?). I have NCIC certification, issued by the FBI.
Thats correct the FBI thinks Im OK, but SuperMegaPharmacy thinks Im not to be trusted.
Well la-tee-da.
They just told me to take it again, no big deal but damn if this experience didnt remind me why I went to ART school all those years ago, and why I seriously doubt I can handle corporate life.
I saw a T-shirt that says it best:
Pretending to be a normal person day after day is exhausting.
AND THEN THIS:
Today I went to do the final interview on an internship at SuperMegaPharmacy,* which included a drug test and some other odds and ends. One of the things I had to do prior to this meeting was go online and take the SuperMegaPharmacy companys personality test and do an online application.
*not the real name
I found out when I got to the interview that I FAILED the personality test.
Thats correct. The SuperMegaPharmacy personality test program, in all its infinite wisdom, based on my answers to questions that Im not entirely sure werent written by monkeys (I sometimes feel that most people can not be trusted some of the time. Agree or Disagree?) The SuperMegaPharmacy Monkeys were most displeased with me. After the monkeys ran my profile through their sooper-dooper personality program and finding it lacking, I imagine they also threw poop at it and examined just exactly where it stuck and where it fell off. Satellites were linking up in space. Cruise ship transmissions were synched so that the arctic pole-monkey in the far north experimental employment sub-station could decipher the code that would allow him to set the dial on his decoder ring, a copy of which was then faxed back to the SuperMegaPharmacy company. The HR monkeys, I imagine, after reviewing all the evidence, had no choice but to delete my profile from the system because I surely am not interview material. Reading every third number in the phone book and comparing it to my answers made that painfully obvious.
Sweet.
Now some of you also know that I used to be a police dispatcher. For that job I had to go through a VERY thorough background check, personality tests galore, an actual psychological assessment with a real live Psychiatrist, capital P (What day is it today? Can you say the alphabet backwards? Do you ever hear voices that other people cant hear?). I have NCIC certification, issued by the FBI.
Thats correct the FBI thinks Im OK, but SuperMegaPharmacy thinks Im not to be trusted.
Well la-tee-da.
They just told me to take it again, no big deal but damn if this experience didnt remind me why I went to ART school all those years ago, and why I seriously doubt I can handle corporate life.
I saw a T-shirt that says it best:
Pretending to be a normal person day after day is exhausting.