Jumat, 14 Mei 2010

close call, but no cigar

So this guy called me to set up a job interview--he heard my name from someone (he could only provide a first name). He represents a "growing company looking for people with managerial, organizational and good people skills."

Naturally all the flattery went straight to my head. I accepted the smooth-talking proposal in a moment of weakness and agreed to meet him.

After I hung up I realized the entire thing was a little fishy. First off, I'm not even actively looking for a job. And I'm not sure I want one.

Why couldn't he specifically name who referred my name?

Why didn't he know more about my background if I was referred?

And why was I told to bring only a notebook to the interview so I could write down information--during our 60 minute interview? No resume from me? No references?

Hold up, buttercup.

I called Mr. D because he is in Business and Understands These Things much better than I. He agreed it sounded fishy. We both recognized the address I was to meet this guy at, and I have excellent self-defense skills, so I wasn't too worried about safety.

Even so, I tried to Google the man, the address, the phone number. No dice. Suspiciouser and suspiciouser...

I drove to the office building en route to book club that night and got out of the Momvan to see who resided in suite 400. My hunch told me it was Aflac or some other kind of a scam. Pretty close. It was Primerica. Just as bad.

Needless to say, I called the guy's number and left a polite message canceling my "interview."

There's a sucker born every minute, but this time it wasn't me!
Spill it, reader. When have you almost been suckered in?


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