Finding a job in this tough economy can be difficult and frustrating. Unfortunately, some employers are using the recession as an opportunity to pull heartless pranks. I learned this lesson during a recent interview I had with a Mister Armstrong at the rocking chair factory. I was as nervous as could be, but tried to maintain the illusion of confidence.
“Have a seat,” Mister Armstrong said.
“Where would you like me to sit?” I asked.
“Anywhere would be fine,” he replied.
I opted for the chair directly across from Mister Armstrong’s desk. I looked him confidently in the eye as I sat down, but suddenly the chair began tipping backwards.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I shouted in a panic. Then, to my relief, the chair began to stabilize, but suddenly it began tipping me forward. Terrified that it would spill me out, I shifted my weight back quickly. The chair tilted back violently.
“Ahhhhh!!!!!” I screamed and lunged forward. The chair jerked forward with an intense force.
“Whoa!” I shouted, pulling back. The chair thrust back even harder, then again tilted violently forward.
“Look, if you just….. if you…” Mister Armstrong tried talking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying because all I could do was hold on for dear life as the chair continued to jerk me backwards and forward. Finally, after about an hour and a half of this, I went flying forward and slammed into Mister Armstrong’s desk.
“Ah!” I yelled in pain.
“Are you…. Are you alright?” Mister Armstrong asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“I don’t understand what you were doing,” he said, confused.
“I just sat down and….” That’s when I glanced at the bottom of the chair and noticed that instead of four legs, the chair was being supported by two bowed rungs.
“What the hell is that?!” I asked.
“What?” Mister Armstrong asked.
“That!” I pointed to the bottom of the chair furiously.
“Those are the rungs of the chair,” he replied concerned. “That’s what makes it rock back and fourth.”
“Oh, you are sick,” I said disgusted. “You are really, really sick.”
And with that I stormed out of the interview.
I never got the job, but at least I left that interview with most of my dignity in tact (I would have left with all of it in tact had my pants not got caught in the door frame and ripped off)