I’m sitting in the local bakery/bistro waiting for my next job interview
candidate to arrive. It will be interview number seven in what has become a very
sobering experience for me.

I’m on the board of directors of our small town’s performing arts
association, a performance and educational non-profit, and we’re looking for our
first regular employee after two years of utilizing contract labor. We put an ad
for the new administrative assistant position in the newspaper and hoped to hear
from a few qualified people.

We were inundated with responses.

My task is to screen the applicants, select the top ones and interview them
before passing on my recommendations to the executive director of the
association. It’s been years since I conducted interviews — well before this
recession hit — and I’m stunned by the depth and breadth of hard-luck stories I
am hearing.

I can conduct a tough interview if need be, but now I mainly want to hug
people. I just finished speaking with an overly-qualified middle-aged woman who
is looking for an additional job to help her provide for her pot-bellied pig
rescue operation. She is passionate about her pigs and willing to work for far
less than she’s accustomed to.

And that’s the general story. There’s too little work available for too many
people. Not that this is news. It’s just that I haven’t experienced so much of
it sitting across the table from me. Statistics tell a story, but nothing like
the one you see in people’s eyes – people who are trying too hard to please
because they’re desperate.

I find myself trying to reassure, trying to find positive things to say so
they can smile and feel good for a few moments. I want to hire everyone because
I’m bleeding inside and that will make me feel better…

My next interview just left. He’s a dynamic young man, well-qualified, who
needs this job to establish employment in order to get custody of his 5-year old
son. I tell him that I will definitely recommend him for the position. And I

It seems that I’m recommending two out of every three people I see. How can I

I want to recommend the older woman with years of Easter Seals community
experience but she doesn’t have enough social media skills. She’s intelligent
and caring, but the position requires that the candidate hit the ground running
and she can’t do that.
But I could feel her anxiety and it hurt.

I guess I’m too much of a softy to do this work with the edge it requires.

If you’re a performer, I imagine you get used to going to auditions. After
all, you’re feeding a passion to put yourself out there. But a job applicant,
trying to survive on anything you can get? How do you find the stamina to keep
on keeping on after so much disappointment?

I would make a lousy casting director, for sure. I’d find roles for

Every applicant who pulls out reading glasses to go over the job description
apologizes for it. They look over at me as if to say, “I’m sorry I’m old.” Even
if their energy is vibrant, they’re apologetic. I make a joke to assure them
that I understand and it’s alright.

OK – here’s one I can let go of. She seems very impressed with herself and I
don’t think she’d be a good fit with this position. But then the vulnerability
creeps into her voice. She says, “What do I do when I’m over-qualified for the
$10 an hour job and there’s 150 people applying for the $48,000 one? I’m
responding to almost every opportunity I hear about, but it’s getting real

I still don’t think she’d be a good fit, but I try to be comforting. I
compliment her on her portfolio and encourage her to stay tough. I feel

By narrowing down the field to 10, I’m choosing the best candidates. The
director will then take my top recommendations and select the best match for her
needs. So is it wrong for me to allow all 10 to think they have a good shot? Is
it misleading for me to give them all hope for a few days?

I’ve now interviewed the final candidate and this last one is probably the
strongest of the bunch. She was laid off from her last two jobs but has a very
well-rounded resume and a lot of relevant experience.

I feel good about my selections, but sad overall. The guy working on his PC
at the next table asks me how I made out. “Too many good people out of work,” I

He replied, “But at least one person will walk away with a job. You should
feel good about that.”

He’s right. It’s not enough, but it has to be, for now.

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