#interview questions for the hr position

[education-and-certification]

Interview Questions for HR Position Candidates

Hiring the right Human Resources (HR) professional is crucial for any organization's success. The HR department serves as the backbone of employee relations, talent acquisition, and organizational development. Therefore, conducting a comprehensive HR interview question is essential to identify candidates who possess the necessary skills and experience.

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it's easier to apply for jobs than ever! so what if you lost your insurance, anyone can get a job these days, even without meds. everyone is hiring! there's a "good employee" shortage!

well you just need to revamp your resume, here's a paid app subscription that can read it for you. rewrite the cover letter they won't read. google jobs in my area and then scrawl through Monster/Indeed/worbly. did you want to save the search? this was posted 98 days ago. over 1 billion applicants! this position is trending.

jobs i actively like doing and get paid for. your search returned no results. easy-apply with HireSpin! easy apply with SparkFire! easy apply with PenisFlash! with a few short clicks, get your information stolen.

watch out! the first 98 links on google are actually scams! they're false postings. oopsie. that business isn't even hiring. that other one is closed permanently. find one that looks halfway legit, google the company and the word "careers". go to their page. scroll past brightly-lit diversity stock photo JOIN US white sans serif. we are a unique, fresh, client-focused stock value capitalism. we are committed to excellence and selling your soul on ebay. we are DRIVEN with POWER to INNOVATE our greed. yippee! our company has big values of divisive decision making, sucking our dicks, and hating work-life balances. our values are to piss in your mouth. sign here and tell us if you have gender issues so we can get ahead of the sexual harassment claim. are you hispanic although let's be real we threw out the resume when we saw your last name.

sign up to LinkHub to access updates from this company. make a HirePlus account to apply. download the PoundLink app. your account has been created, click the link we sent you in 15 minutes. upload that resume. we didn't read the resume, manually fill in the lines now. what is your expected pay grade. oh actually we want hungry people, not people driven by a salary. cut a zero off that number, buddy, this is about opportunity, and we need to be thrifty. highest level of education. autofill is glitching. here is an AI generated set of questions. what is your favorite part of our sexy, sexy company. how do you resolve conflict. will you get our company logo tattooed on your person. warning: while our CEO is guilty of wage theft, we will absolutely refuse to hire a nonviolent felon.

thank you for your interest at WEEBLIX. we actually already filled this position internally. we actually never had that posting. we actually needed you to have 9 years of experience and since you have 10 years we think it might be too many? we'll be texting you. we'll email you. we'll keep your resume. definitely absolutely we won't just completely ignore you. look at your phone, there's already a spam text from Bethany@stealyouridentity. they're hiring!

wait, did you get an interview? well that's special, aren't you lucky. out of 910 jobs you applied to, one answered, finally. and funny story! actually the position isn't exactly as advertised, we are looking for someone curious and dedicated. it's sort of more managerial. no, the pay doesn't change - you won't have any leadership title. now take this 90 minute assessment. in order to be a dog groomer, we need you to explain cell biology. in order to be a copyeditor, write a tiny dissertation about the dwindling supply of helium on the planet. answer our riddles three. great job! we just need to push this up to Tracy in HR who will send it to Rodney who is actually in charge. and then of course it's jay's decision and then greg will need to see you naked and if you survive you'll be given a drug test and a full anal examination.

and of course you'll be hungry this whole time, aren't you, months and months of the same shit. months of no insurance, no meds, no funding, barely able to afford the internet and the phone and the rent - all things you need in order to even apply for our thing. but do it again! do it again and again and again, until you flip inside out and turn into a being of pure dread!

you're not hired yet because you're lazy. there's over one million AI-generated hallucinated jobs in your area. don't worry. with zipruiter, hiring and firing is easier than ever. sign up. stay on-call.

in the meantime, little peon - why don't you just fucking suffer.

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

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[eaterofman]

Yandere Harem Coworkers x New Hire Reader

Now with a part 2 <3

Good news: You landed your dream job! Bad news: Your coworkers are fucking insane.

CW: Yanderes, workplace harassment, possessiveness, implied stalking, power dynamics, dubcon touching

You hadn't expected a job like this to come so easily.

It really had been a dream job from the moment you laid eyes on the job posting, and they'd even offered you better during the interview! They'd even thrown in an extra sign on bonus! You couldn't believe your luck. You were finally going places.

Really, how could you say no?

Your interviewer was the HR manager, Leon Jacobs. He was a stern looking man, clearly in his late 40's, and didn't seem to have a single flaw in his appearance. His age showed in the beginnings of grey hairs atop his tidy, shortcut black hair, and the creases beneath his eyes. His appearance was beyond intimidating. Dark, scowling eyes picked you apart from behind his glasses as you fidgeted in your chair. Whatever nightmare of an interview you thought was coming, never happened. Instead, you were surprised when he almost immediately offered you not only the job, but an even better salary and bonus than was advertised. You were almost too stunned to speak, as he held out his hand to shake, his dark expression lifting with the slightest twitch of his lips. You took his hand shakily in agreement. In your excitement, you didn't notice the way his hand gripped yours a hair too tight, or how his touch lingered for a few moments longer than it should have. The way his gaze intently followed your figure as you walked out was also missed by you.

"We're so happy to welcome you to the team. Our team will make sure your time working here is as pleasant as possible."

Your trainer is a well respected man, Warren Pen. Warren is a huge man, easily towering over you. While he'd be otherwise intimidating at his size, his warm expression and demeanor quickly puts you at ease. How could you be afraid of him, with his warm brown eyes and bouncy red curls and gentle smile? You quickly learned that he must have a pretty high position in the company. His office alone was almost as big as your entire apartment! The office they give you is nearly as big, much to your surprise. Warren reassures you that it's not a mistake, that they just want you to be comfortable in your new position. You are so very important to the company, after all. As he helps you settle in, you're amazed by his generosity and kindness. You're too happy to question why there's such a big office space right next to his open for you, or why such a high ranking worker would be assigned to train a newbie. You're initially confused about why all your other coworkers seem to cower away from him... until you see him lose it on a poor intern. His demeanor changed from a gentle giant to a raging monster within the blink of an eye, screaming at the intern over a simple filing mistake. You find yourself suddenly on your toes around him, waiting for a verbal barrage over one of your mishaps, but it never comes.

"Don't worry, I'd never treat you like that. They deserved it. You're doing perfect."

Your department's boss is a man named Jax Wright. Jax is a charming man, and the childhood best friend of Warren. He's slim and tall, with black hair and a slightly rugged appearance. He always seems to be in a rush, hair usually rustled and a 5 o'clock shadow a constant on his face. Yet, he somehow takes time out of his busy day to visit you. Or, more accurately, he finds the time to corner you when you're alone or with Warren. You don't want to lose this dream of a job, so you don't mention the way the childhood friends always find a way to crowd around you in the more narrow hallways or the breakroom. They insist you have lunch everyday with them, why would you want to eat by yourself? You really shouldn't deny your superiors' lunch requests, y'know. You ignore the lingering touches as he leans in far closer than necessary to examine your work, hands placed possessively on your shoulders. He loves to give you overwhelming praise, even for the most minor of accomplishments. You're afraid your other coworkers will think the worst of you because of the special treatment, but they seem to be avoiding you nearly as much as they avoid Warren.

"Good job. You're exceptional as always. It's been an absolute pleasure to work with you. Keep being good and you're bound for a raise."

With the rest of the department seeming to avoid you like the plague, you start to believe that you're stuck with just the overbearing childhood friends to talk to. That is until the secretary, Jake Moor, begins to talk to you. Jake is flamboyant, to say the least. He's bright, from his beaming white smile to his wide array of cute, colorful ties he matches with his suit. He's young, in his early 20s, and his bright blonde hair only adds to his youthful appearance. He's almost too much, talking at light speed and somehow being more touchy than your boss. He always finds a reason to pull you into hugs, or rustle your hair playfully. It doesn't bother you much though, he's just being friendly, right? And you really don't want to lose one of the few friends you have in the department. He has some sort of treat for you everyday, usually a homemade meal or pastry you have to find the time to eat alone before you're coworkers steal you away to have lunch with them. His cheerful nature motivates you to stay with the company, he really is your "beacon of light". You even find yourself giggling to yourself as he sends you silly motivational cat pictures throughout your day. He's so cute you don't even question how he got your number when you never gave it to him yourself. You do find it a bit odd that he knows exactly where to go when your car breaks down one day and he gives you a ride home, but you'd told him you lived in those apartments on the east side, remember? He'd never use his position to look at confidential paperwork. Never.

"I brought you in some cookies I baked last night, and here, I even made some dog treats! I've never made them before, let me know how he likes them! How did I know you have a dog? ...you told me, remember? Silly!"

As the weeks pass, you start to become more accustomed to your coworker's odd mannerisms. They still wear on you, but the money is just so good. You need it, where else would you even go? There's no chance you'd find anything near as good, if you found anything at all. You needed this job, Jax and Warren's overbearing natures aside. At least you had Jake, who always seems to know exactly what you need whenever you need it.

You can tough it out... right?

[wttcsms]

saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

[killmeleatherface]

It Had To Be You

Part 3

Dr Michael Robinavitch x f! resident (turned attending) OC

This is a Part 3 to my ongoing series

Heres the last part!

TW: yes there’s gonna be smut! P in v, oral, implied and said, kissing, medical setting, fighting, cheating, pregnancy, age gap relationship, dom sub relationship.

Robby knew where you lived because he’d started insisting on walking you home a few months ago. After your usual beers in the park with the crew, it’d end up to be you, Samira, Robby, and Jack. You’d be rehashing a pivotal case that day or laughing about how you or Samira, “the more inexperienced ones”, would intubate or draw a central line. Whatever, it was all jokes. And then it became less joking and more flirting, as you noticed Jack and Samira sitting subtly closer and closer to each other. It’d usually end in silence and either you or Samira would speak up about needing to finally head home. If it was you Robby would usually mutter something about having a question for you and sliding up to be shoulder to shoulder with you. He’d keep that pace, keeping quiet conversation about the weather, a brick building you were walking by, how he’d had an apartment on this street. He talked about whatever he could to keep your attention and not cause either of you to leave the little bubble you’d surround yourself with. Eventually you ended up at the foot of your place. You never invited him up. You couldn’t. He’s way too professional. He valued his job and your job and the working relationship too much to mess anything up. It’s not like it was explicitly against HR rules, but you were his subordinate. No matter how much it hurt to be in love with him and not be able to do anything about it. But you did always hoped he just wouldn’t stop and would follow you up one time.

And now here you were, all this time later, walking down your front steps greeted by your attending.

Man, he looks good. Really, really good. Like so tantalizingly good you’re stopped in your tracks, and admire him. A charcoal Henley under an expensive grey linen jacket and black jeans. He looked mouthwatering, especially more when he smiled at you, eyes wide.

“You look amazing.” He beams.

“Hey, you don’t look to bad yourself, doctor.” You quip.

You follow down and come to stand in front of him, in a bodycon black cotton maxi dress, black strappy heels and silver earrings. He reaches out for you and stops. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, taking a beat. He turns around and takes a step away rubbing his hands up and down his face, muttering groans of dissatisfaction.

You’re confused, very confused. “Hey, uh, Robby, what’s wrong?”

He turns back to you and says “Y/N, I just…I cannot control myself around you.” He speaks. You’re hiding your stun so he doesn’t stop going.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but yeah, we’re gonna do it. I know you applied and interviewed with me at The Pitt and you’ve been waiting to hear back. Well, tonight, tonight, at dinner, at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, I was going to offer you the attending position.”

Now you can’t hide your shock, your eyes go wide and your mouth drops open.

“I know, I know. And I know I’m not supposed to influence you and you haven’t even graduated yet, but I need to know right now if you’re taking it. Before I can go on. It’s been killing me. I, uh, don’t want to lose one of my best people ya know.” He says.

One of his best people? That’s what you were? Why is he freaking out?

You try to step closer to him. “Um, Robby, of course I’m taking the position. I don’t want to leave here. Why would you even think I’d want to leave the Pitt?”

He doesn’t answer. Where’s he going with this? Was that what he wanted to tell you at dinner, really? That’s really nice of your attending to take his coworkers out to celebrate a job offer. So maybe this wasn’t a date. You instantly feel defeated.

His head pops up. It’s like you’ve unlocked something in him. Like he can read your mind at the current moment. The already started unraveling is speeding up. He finally reaches out to you and grabs your face. You expect him to stop, because that’s always what’s happened. And he does, he looks down at you, really searching for something.

“Am I crazy?” He asks.

You place your hands over his. “What? Why would you be-?”

He stops you and says, “What’s between us, what’s always been between us…I’m not imagining it. Me and you?”

You freeze. Were you awake? Was this really happening?

He’s waiting for an answer.

“What’s always been between us?” You ask. You need to hear him say it. You can’t your mouth betraying you.

You keep eye contact as he says, “Nothing. A good working relationship. I’m just having a moment, tired. Long shifts, ya know. Come on, let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

What? What? No, no, no, no, no, no. This is very bad. You realized you’ve answered wrong. He put the ball in your court and you threw it in the complete opposite direction. This is the most confusing man you’ve ever met in your life. What was happening? You could’ve sworn you knew exactly what he was going to say and again, you were wrong. Dead wrong.

He sticks his heads in his pockets, immediately making you miss the warmth of his touch. He starts heading down the sidewalk. So you follow him.

—

Your sat across the table from Robby, barely touched plates in front of you. It’s been a very awkward dinner. You can’t understand what went wrong. Maybe nothing had gone wrong and you were imagining everything. Maybe Robby has just needed a friend all this time.

“Do you work tomorrow?” You ask, making polite conversation. As if you don’t know this man better than he knows himself. He just shakes his head.

By the time the checks come you’ve finished 2 bottles of wine between the 2 of you. Obviously you weren’t the only one who needed your nerves calmed.

You don’t intend for him to walk you home, but you don’t mind his presence, even if you’re both walking in silence. Man this night didn’t end up like you expected.

—

2 Weeks Later

You’ve finally graduated residency. You feel such a wave of relief it’s insane. You’re also about to embark on a week off before you started as an attending at PTMC.

You’re still glad you’ve taken the job, even if you haven’t had a proper conversation with Robby since your not date. Man, you missed him. You missed being able to debrief after an especially long shift. You missed feeling the cool air on your skin as you sat next to each other sharing whatever candy you’d had in your pockets. You just missed his presence. Not as your coworker, not as your attending, but as your friend, your person.

You zone out of your thinking and come back to the bar you’re sitting at with Samara.

“To being attendings!” You clink 2 shot glasses together.

You throw the burning drinks back and suck a lime.

“These are for you too. From the guys down the bar.” The bartender places 2 sprites in front of you and you look at each other, then down the bar.

You see a familiar grey haired man with a friendly smile, Jack Abbot. He raises his glass in a sort of salute. You feel Samara light up. You notice movement next to Jack’s shoulder. There he is. An equally familiar for different ways brunette. Michael Robinavitch.

“Did they just send us soda? Really? Lame!” Samara jokingly yells. “Im going to personally complain. I’ll be back.” And before you can reply she’s picking up 2 more shots and heading over to the 2 attendings. You’d go see Robby, but you’d rather not sour your mood and you’re sure he’d rather be left alone.

You see Samara approach the guys and they offer a friendly smile. Samara leans into Robby and simultaneously makes him smile, causing him to look at you. Robby gets out of his seat, tips his drink to the fast approaching couple and leaves. He head towards you.

Almost in an instant he’s occupying the seat your friendly was just in.

“Hey.” He offers with a smile.

The presence of him next to you makes you want to melt. You just want your best friend back. Even if you’re not his. But your wants could be put aside. You were a doctor, you knew to put the greater good before a single person.

“Hey.” You offer back with a turn.

The silence that follows is awkward. It’s loud. This sucks. You’re annoyed, just what you didn’t want to happen. You’re about to open your mouth and say a lie about how you need to leave, but when Robby sees your awkwardly tense up he goes to say something.

“Listen, I’m no good at doing this. I think we both know that. Can we get out of here and talk?” He inquires.

He’s offering a metaphorical olive branch. You nod.

He’s called the bartender to settle both of your tabs, after sending another round of shots to Jack and Samara, stating “they’ll need it.”

You’re on the warm streets of Pittsburgh halfway to your apartment when you break the ice.

“What’s been going on with you? With us?”

He ponders this. “I know, like I said. I messed that up. I wanted to take you out and offer you the job, but I didn’t do it right. You deserve more.” He’s talking about the job but you feel he’s using job for a different term.

“Well, I accepted the job. I’m an attending now. We’re both attendings. We’re on the same level now.” You offer back. Which isn’t exactly true, but semantics, semantics. Maybe the alcohol you’d had in the hours before had made you calmer and looser than you thought. You’re pulling at what you feel he wants to say, trying to slowly reel it out of him so you can celebrate your prized catch. He looks at you.

“We are not on the same level here.” He offers.

You’re in front of your apartment now. “Michael, what the hell are you talking about? Can you just spit out what you’ve been wanting to tell me so we can go back to being friends?” You don’t mean to say it with such an attitude but you’re over it. You either stay friends and be fellow attendings, and maybe your relationship will stay the same. And maybe he doesn’t actually love you like you love him. Whatever. You’d take it. As long as he was in your life.

He’s silent for a long time. It’s like something is bubbling at the surface and he’s terrified of letting it erupt.

You decide to help. “Okay, whatever. I’m not your subordinate anymore and you can’t fire me so I’m just going to say it. I think I know what you wanted to tell me 2 weeks ago, or at least what I was hoping you’d tell me. And you’re scared as hell to say something. Which I get, I totally do. But it’s been way too long to keep playing games Michael. You owe me more than that. You owe it to yourself, to us..” You leave the last part out there.

Yup, the alcohol had made you very confident.

Something’s burst in him. Using us, as if there is an us.

“Us? What about us?” He asks.

Do I have to say it?

“Fine, I’ll say it. I’m in love with you. I have been for a really long time. And I know that might be stupid and I know you might not feel the same. Which is fine. I just couldn’t not tell you. It’s been driving me crazy and when I thought you felt the same and then didn’t, I thought I’d be okay hiding it. But I’m not. I’m too proud to hide my love for you anymore. I’m not good enough an actor to play like this doesn’t matter. Like you don’t matter to me.”You burst with words.

Michael looks at you and in an instant is in front of you hands darting to your jaw. He finally, finally, crashes his lips down to meet yours. Taking, searching, trying to absorb everything that you’ve been missing for so many years. You don’t know how long you stand there making out in the street in front of your apartment kissing like horny teenagers, but you don’t care. Eventually Robby pulls back.

“I love you too. If it wasn’t obvious enough already.” He says scanning your face.

“Finally.” You say.

“Do you want to come up?”

You hear Robby’s steps come up behind you as they wrap around your waist. His lips are on shoulders, slowly going up your neck. He’s handsy, you’d always suspected, but it’s nice to be reassured.

Here’s the next part!

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Ch.7

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The persistent buzz of her iPad remained unanswered. Evren found a strange comfort in the silence, a temporary reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions stirred by Jey's actions and Dr. Rhodes's lingering threat. Each unanswered call felt like a small act of reclaiming her agency, a silent protest against the way both men had tried to control her situation. Yet, beneath the surface of her defiance, a knot of anxiety tightened with each passing hour. The potential repercussions of Jey's protection loomed large, casting a shadow over her return to the familiar chaos of the hospital.

Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the rhythm of her morning tasks, a polite but firm voice interrupted her charting. "Evren? Mrs. McMahon would like to see you in her office." The charge nurse's neutral tone offered no clue as to the nature of the summons, but a prickle of unease ran down Evren's spine.

Mrs. McMahon's office felt sterile and impersonal. Seated across from the HR representative were two uniformed police officers, their presence immediately amplifying Evren's apprehension. Confusion warred with a growing sense of dread.

"Ms. Smith," Mrs. McMahon began, her expression serious, "we've received an anonymous report concerning the incident involving Dr. Rhodes. During our conversation with him, Dr. Rhodes suggested that you might have some knowledge of who was responsible for his injuries."

Evren's mind raced. Anonymous report? Rhodes pointing the finger at me? She forced herself to maintain a calm facade, her heart pounding against her ribs. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stated, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I was as surprised as anyone to hear about what happened to Dr. Rhodes."

The officers exchanged a look. One of them leaned forward slightly. "We have security footage from the hospital parking lot, Ms. Smith. Footage that clearly shows you in the vicinity of Dr. Rhodes's vehicle around the time the incident likely occurred."

A wave of panic washed over Evren. She had walked that way after her shift, hadn't she? The casual route to her car now felt like damning evidence. Then she saw the two figures, dressed in all black and their face covered. Her heart sunk deeper into her chest. Despite the visual confirmation, she instinctively clung to her denial. "I was just leaving work," she insisted, her voice a little too high. "I didn't see anything. I don't know who would have done that."

Mrs. McMahon's gaze was direct. "Dr. Rhodes seems to believe otherwise. He insinuated that you might have personal connections who would act on your behalf."

The implication hung heavy in the air. Evren felt a surge of anger towards Dr. Rhodes for his manipulative tactic and a sharp pang of frustration with Jey for putting her in this position. Yet, a strange sense of loyalty, born from their connection, compelled her to protect him. "I have no idea what Dr. Rhodes is suggesting," she maintained, her voice firm.

Finally, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. Enough was enough. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her focus to Mrs. McMahon. "However," she began, her voice gaining strength, "what I can tell you is that I had an extremely uncomfortable and inappropriate encounter with Dr. Rhodes in the break room a few days ago. He..." Her voice wavered slightly as she recounted the violation, the fear, and her abrupt departure. "So I think he is using this as retaliation towards me."

The officers listened intently, their expressions shifting. Mrs. McMahon's initial sternness softened with concern. They asked Evren for more details, their questions probing but respectful. After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. McMahon concluded the interview. "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Smith. We will investigate this matter thoroughly and will be in touch if we require any further information."

Leaving Mrs. McMahon's office, Evren felt a mix of exhaustion and simmering resentment. She was irritated at being dragged into this mess, furious with Dr. Rhodes for his continued manipulation, and deeply conflicted about Jey's actions, which had inadvertently made her a target. The bitter irony of lying to protect the man who had violated her wasn't lost on her.

She found solace in the familiar faces of Zahria, Jade, and Bianca at the nurses' station. As she sat down to chart, she recounted the unsettling meeting. Her friends were immediately supportive, their outrage directed squarely at Dr. Rhodes. "Of course, he's trying to deflect," Jade scoffed. "The nerve of his narcissistic ass!" Bianca added, "Don't worry, Evren, we know the truth." Zahria placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We're here for you, every step of the way."

Later in their shift, as the pace slowed and it was just Evren and Zahria, her friend's expression turned thoughtful. "So," Zahria began gently, "how are things with you and Josh? You haven't mentioned him."

Evren sighed, leaning back in her chair. "We haven't spoken since... everything happened. I'm still trying to process it all. I'm angry, Zahria. He acted without thinking about the consequences for me."

"I get that," Zahria said softly. "But think about it Evren, he was just doing what any guy would do for a girl he cares about." 

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Evren's face. Was that true? Was this a normal reaction? A protective instinct gone awry? Or was it something more possessive, something that spoke of a fundamental misunderstanding of her own strength and agency? She didn't have an answer, and the silence that stretched between her and Zahria felt heavy with unspoken questions. She busied herself with the patient charts, the familiar routine a small anchor in the swirling uncertainty of her thoughts.

"Where do you see things going with him, Evren? Can you see a future together, despite his situation?" Zahria questioned.

Evren hesitated, her brow furrowed. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty. "I care about him, I really do. But this-it's complicated. And honestly," she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping, "I don't even know why he's in prison. He's never talked about it." A nervous flutter ran through her. "If we're going to have any kind of real future, he needs to be open with me."

Zahria nodded in understanding. "You're right, Evren. That's a huge piece of the puzzle missing. You need to talk to him."

Evren sighed again, a reluctant agreement. Just then, the familiar chime of her phone broke the quiet. Slipping away to the rooftop lounge for a moment of peace, she saw a message from Josh.

From Fatu, Joshua #1759: Evren, I am so sorry. I messed up. I know I was wrong to handle things that way. I was so angry and worried about you.

The vulnerability in his words surprised her. She read over the message a few times before she typed out a reply.

To Fatu, Joshua #1759: Josh, thank you for the apology. I can admit I was angry too, and maybe I overreacted, but I hope you can understand why I felt that way.

It didn't take him long before he immediately replied.

From Fatu, Joshua #1759: I understand ma. I just wanted to protect you. 

Before she could reply, another message popped up

From Fatu, Joshua #1759: What time do you get off work?

To Fatu, Joshua #1759: Six

From Fatu, Joshua #1759: I'll call you when you get home. 

Locking her phone, she retreated back to the fluorescent hum of the nurses' station, focusing on completing the rest of her rounds, the anticipation of his call a quiet undercurrent to her tasks. As she was leaving the hospital, the setting sun casting long shadows across the parking lot, she happened to walk past Dr. Rhodes. He offered her a smug, knowing smirk, but Evren refused to let it penetrate her fragile composure. Meeting his gaze with a hard, unwavering look of her own, she walked with newfound purpose to her car and drove away

It was as if he had sensed her being home. The moment she stepped into the quiet of her apartment, her phone rang. Jey's voice, thick with remorse, filled her ear. He reiterated his apology, and Evren, weary from the day's events, found herself offering forgiveness. "It's okay, Josh. Let's just try to move past this."

Then, his tone shifted, becoming hesitant. "Evren it's hard for me to admit the way I feel sometime but, I've grown to care about you a lot. More than I expected to anyways. That's why I reacted the way I did."

Evren was stunned into a momentary silence, the unexpected confession hanging in the air between them. "I... I care about you too, Josh," she finally managed, her voice a soft whisper, tinged with a complex mix of affection and apprehension. "But it's hard, our situation. You're there, and I'm here. And I feel like I'm opening up to you, but there's this whole part of your life that's closed off to me, a wall between us."

A beat of silence hung between them. Then, Jey's voice, earnest and low, broke through. "Come visit me" 

Silence met the phone until Evren spoke up, "Are you serious Josh?"

"I'm deadass ma," He did his best to convince her, "there are things I want to talk about. Things I can't really say over the phone."

Evren hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. Visiting him... behind bars. The image was stark and unsettling. "Okay," she finally said, a nervous anticipation fluttering in her chest, a fragile bridge forming across the distance. "I'll come visit you." They made tentative plans, a date etched in the uncertain future, a promise to bridge the physical and emotional chasm that had grown between them, leaving Evren with a knot of apprehension and a sliver of fragile hope.

Days later, the familiar hum of the nurses' station was her domain. Filling Pamela's shoes as Charge Nurse for the day, Evren navigated the usual morning rush with a lighter step in her gait, a subtle buoyancy that hadn't been there in days. Zahria, ever observant, leaned against the counter beside her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"What's got you all smiley?" Zahria's voice was low, conspiratorial. She gave Evren a playful nudge.

Evren busied herself with a chart, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing. Can't a girl just be in a good mood?" A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Zahria raised a skeptical eyebrow, her sarcasm thick and familiar. "Oh, I'm sure meticulously documenting drainage and chasing down missing supplies is the pinnacle of joy." Evren's answering laugh was bright and unrestrained. "Come on, spill it," Zahria insisted, her gaze unwavering.

Evren glanced around the bustling station before meeting Zahria's curious eyes. "I'm going to go see Josh tomorrow."

Zahria's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Really?!" She quickly perched on the stool next to Evren, her earlier teasing forgotten. "Tell me everything. How did that happen?"

"Well," Evren began, a soft smile returning, "he ended up calling me when I got home from work last week. We talked... really talked. I told him how I was feeling, and he asked me to come see him. Said there are things he wants to tell me, things he can't say over the phone." A flicker of nervousness danced in her eyes.

"And how are you feeling about it?" Zahria gently probed, her expression softening with concern. "Nervous about seeing him in person?"

Evren nodded, a small, honest admission. "I'm not going to lie and say I'm not. It feels... different. But I'm also incredibly curious. Curious to see him, to gauge his presence in person versus just through messages and calls." A hopeful anticipation mingled with the anxiety.

"Just go in and be yourself, Evren," Zahria advised, her tone reassuring. "Think of it as just another conversation, just like you have on the phone, but face-to-face." She hoped to anchor her friend to the familiar comfort of their phone calls.

Evren felt a sliver of her anxiety ease, but the underlying nervousness remained. "You're right. I'm probably overthinking it."

"Don't let it press you, girl," Zahria smiled warmly before pushing herself off the stool. "You got this."

The next day arrived with an almost unsettling speed. The hours had ticked by, each one bringing her closer to a reality she had only imagined through a screen and a voice.

Evren stood before her open closet, a landscape of fabric and color that suddenly felt inadequate. Pacing back and forth, she mentally cycled through outfits, each option feeling either too casual or trying too hard. Today wasn't just meeting Josh; it was meeting the real Josh, the one behind the phone calls. The pressure of a first in-person meeting weighed heavily.

Frustration bubbled up, and with a sigh of defeat, she reached for her phone. Zahria would know what to do.

The phone rang only once before Zahria's cheerful voice filled her ear. "What's up, girl?"

"I need your help," Evren blurted out, bypassing any pleasantries. "I'm supposed to be meeting Josh today, and I have absolutely no idea what to wear."

"On my way." The line went dead, Zahria's efficiency a familiar comfort. Evren retreated to her bedroom, a sense of relief washing over her as she waited.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar click of Zahria's key in the lock announced her arrival. Zahria bounded up the stairs, a whirlwind of supportive energy. "Okay, I'm here. Crisis averted."

"I can't even think straight," Evren confessed, gesturing to the overflowing closet with a frustrated wave of her hand.

"Alright, well, let's start with the basics," Zahria said, already diving into the racks. "Are there any restrictions? Anything you absolutely can't wear?"

"Yeah, nothing too revealing, and definitely no heels or sandals," Evren replied, picturing the sterile environment of a correctional facility.

Zahria expertly navigated the different racks and drawers, her eyes scanning the possibilities. Finally, she held up a simple outfit: a pair of loose-fitting dark-wash jeans, a soft, long-sleeved knit top in a muted color, and a light jacket. "This should be perfect. Comfortable, not revealing, and you can wear those cute sneakers you just bought."

Relief washed over Evren, and she pulled her best friend into a tight hug. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." She hurried off to get changed, the outfit already feeling right.

Zahria laughed softly, shaking her head with affection as she took a seat on Evren's bed, waiting patiently.

When Evren emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, she turned to Zahria, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Okay, how do I look?"

Zahria's eyes widened, and she launched into a full-blown hype session. "Bitch, he might just snatch you up right there! You look good. Like, effortlessly good."

Evren glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror, giving herself a critical once-over. "I just want to make a good first impression." A nervous flutter danced in her stomach.

"Girl, that man has literally seen you in a bonnet. Trust me, you look amazing, and he's going to think the same." Zahria walked over, wrapping her in a comforting hug, sensing the lingering nerves. "Relax. It's the same as talking through a camera, just face-to-face. You've got this."

Evren felt a tangible shift in her anxiety, a wave of gratitude washing over her for her steadfast friend. "Thank you, Zah. I really needed that." She squeezed Zahria's hand before checking her watch. "Shit, I'm running late."

Grabbing her purse, they walked downstairs and out of the house. Evren locked up, sending Zahria a grateful wave as they headed off in different directions.

The hour-long drive to the correctional facility felt both agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast. Pulling into a visitor parking spot, Evren took a deep breath, the sterile, imposing architecture of the building a stark contrast to the warmth of her apartment.

She made her way inside through the designated visitors' entrance, the air thick with a hushed tension. After a short wait in line, she was called to the next service window. An older Black woman with kind eyes and a warm smile sat behind the glass. "Hey sweetheart, how are you today? Who are you here to visit?"

"I'm good, thank you. I'm here to visit Joshua Fatu."

The woman nodded slightly. "Can I have your I.D., please?" Evren grabbed her driver's license, handing it over. The woman typed on her computer, scanned the ID, and then handed it back with a small printed slip. "Here's your visitor's pass. Please keep it visible throughout your visit. A guard will be with you shortly to escort you to the visiting area."

"Thank you," Evren replied, offering a small, polite smile before stepping to the side. She carefully attached the pass to her right shoulder and took an empty seat, her heart beginning to thump a little faster.

Her wait wasn't long. A tall, imposing guard with a stern but not unkind face appeared at the door. "Visitor for Fatu?" Evren immediately stood, her legs feeling a little unsteady as she walked towards him. He led her through a long, echoing hallway, the sounds of their footsteps the only interruption to the silence. He scanned his badge at a heavy steel door, the electronic buzz granting them entry into the visiting area.

"Take a seat at any table. A guard will be escorting him to you momentarily." He offered a curt nod before leaving her in the large, open room.

Evren quickly scanned the area, choosing a table near the center. The room was filled with a quiet murmur of conversations. She observed a young child animatedly telling a story to an inmate, their mother watching with a bittersweet smile. Another inmate sat across from an older couple, their faces etched with worry and love.

Before she could fully absorb the scene, the distinct sound of a door buzzing open at the far end of the room drew her attention. Her breath hitched in her throat. As her gaze locked with his across the crowded room, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of that first, real-life connection.....

Oooh, sorry to leave y'all on a cliffy againnnn 😬, how y'all think the visit going to go?

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

What are good questions to ask in job interviews to find out if a place is going to be friendly to your continued transition? I have been on T for about a year and am job hunting right now and I'm worried about reaching a point sometime in the next year where I have no choice but to come out because I don't read as a woman anymore.

Ok, big caveat from me: I was once in your exact position. I had just started T and decided to interview with a small company who assumed I was a woman. (I am guessing they thought I was a butch lesbian - I still had my gender-neutral deadname. I did not assert my pronouns.) When they gave me an offer, I let them know I was transitioning. I still got hired, but was treated as an inconvenience. They did not suggest I immediately switch to male presentation, and I was too scared to suggest it. It started getting hostile when other employees noticed my voice changing. I really wish I had just gone into the interview presenting male and I ended up quitting the job within 8 months because it got too awkward.

So. As for my advice:

I'd start with Glassdoor to read employee reviews. I'd also check the company's social media, plus that of the people in your chain of command to do some vibe checking. People who are transphobic are commonly going to be very vocal about right-wing leanings, and you'll see some signs, even on LinkedIn. Check if they have anti-discrimination statements in any of their hiring material, or stated commitments to diversity and inclusion.

In the interview, ask about what sort of clients they attract and what charities/orgs they support and sponsor. If you feel the vibes are promising, ask if they sponsor local Pride. Ask general culture questions about team building and employee enrichment. Ask what healthcare benefits look like and other employee assistance perks they may have. Fish around for gendered policies that could cause you problems, like dress codes. That said, can you bite the bullet and go ahead and interview in a masc gender presentation? Because honestly, that will be the best gauge of how you are going to be received. (And in my experience, folks are fairly likely to assume a masc presenting person is male.)

I tend to be very careful about outing myself until I'm sure I'm in a supportive culture with HR to back me up -- and this might be something you can't discover until you are hired and working for a while. And even then, I've just been very matter-of-fact about transition stuff, saying things like (when doing my background check) "I have older documentation that doesn't match my current name or gender marker, and I can provide any additional paperwork if needed." When I changed my legal name, I gave my boss a simple communication plan on how I'd tell co-workers and clients. Though at that point, most folks assumed I was a cis man, so it was a very different experience compared to that awful 8-month long job.

I wish I had more advice, but a lot depends on how badly you need a job, how safe you feel, and if you have options like only staying in your next job until passing as a woman becomes a problem. To be bluntly honest -- you *will* lose opportunities in your life due to being trans and it's just something to have to have backup plans for (I lost a ton of music gig work because everyone in the industry is all up in each other's shit). But whatever you do, document everything you can related to you being trans, because you never know when you'll need to raise a discrimination case. :/

[education-and-certification]

Addressing Interview Questions for Applicants for HR Positions

Landing a job in Human Resource Management is no easy feat, but with preparation, you can ace your HR interviews and leave a lasting impression. 

As an HR professional, you are expected to exhibit exceptional interpersonal skills, problem-solving abilities, and in-depth knowledge of HR principles. In this article, we will guide you through mastering interview questions for HR position candidates and provide insights into the Top 15 HR Interview Questions and Answers for HR Position in 2025.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Binary Star

Part II

Pairing: academic rival!Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power play, hurt/comfort, no curse au, this series will get darker as the story progresses.

Words: 1.2k

Summary: It has to pay off, he thinks as he waits for the headmaster to finally announce the valedictorian, knowing she is there too, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. What face is she going to make when his name will be called? Is she going to cry? To yell at him and publicly demand a re-evaluation? Or will she, perhaps, finally admit he’s done a fantastic job and won fair and square?

Part I

P.S. Academic rival -> CEO!Gojo

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When he spots her name in the stack of papers his HR left on her desk, Satoru gets a brain freeze for a second. Couldn't be the girl he had once studied together with, no. It's been what, more than ten years since he had last seen her? It must be some other woman wearing the same name.

But he can't just leave the paper be, immediately taking it in his hands while the manager makes a confused face: Satoru only looks at the candidates' profiles when they are aiming for the high management positions in his company, nothing less. This woman, however, applied for the middle-level position, only recently becoming a senior at her old job. Why is the CEO looking at her CV so intently?

All Gojo sees is the name of the school they both graduated what feels like a hundred years ago, and he knows it's her. It's the girl who was his one and only rival, someone he had finally considered his equal when they both were fighting for the position of a valedictorian. It's her. He can finally understand what has happened.

Not that he wasn't searching for answers right after graduation. Knowing Shoko sometimes hung out with her, he was showering the girl with questions until she groaned something about the family of his classmate moving and that it's likely he would never see her again. She didn't tell why. Said she had no idea.

It's true, Satoru sees now: his old rival did move god knows where, nearly half across the country to a place he didn't even know existed. Some tiny city, he thinks as he googles the college she attended only to realize that it is, in fact, a community college. Community college? For someone as talented as her? Was she out of her goddamn mind? Even if she, for some unfathomable reason, didn't want to go to Harvard like him, despite her scholarchip, she could have chosen any other decent place with her marks. How could she do this to herself?

He continues reading the resume, the memories of her annoyingly pretty face fresh in his mind as if it all happened just yesterday. Internships at some tiny companies, assistant positions, and other entry-level jobs she should have never taken in places he has never heard of either... Until she finally moved here about two years ago and started slowly climbing the career ladder. Unfortunately, her CV leaves Gojo with more questions than answers he expected.

"I want you to interview her," he finally says to his HR manager, who's been shifting in her seat impatiently ever since he had taken the printed papers from her desk. "And if she says yes, I want to know when she'll come."

He isn't sure why he's doing it. It's been far too long to be holding any grudges, and, honestly speaking, he isn't angry at his old school rival. Curious, perhaps? This must be it. He just wants a closure of sorts. He wants to know why she has abandoned everything she believed in, even if it's selfish of him to be prying into her past. Clearly, something had happened. Something horrible.

Did she get pregnant, maybe? Gave birth? Remembering her father, he wouldn't be surprised if it was the reason they had to move. And yet, she didn't seem the type to do something like that... Not when he had never seen her speaking to boys outside of school, and even then, she would only be talking to them about lessons and future college or university prospects.

He has to have some patience, Satoru thinks. Surely, she'll accept the interview and come in person.

And she does, walking in the building - Gojo watches her from above, peering down from his fancy cabinet with enormous windows - just two days later. She looks somewhat different - not that he didn’t expect her to change after all these years - but there's the same air about her, he can feel it in his bones. It makes him strangely nostalgic, and he starts to itch to go down and talk to her the second she waltzes into the office of his HR. He needs to know why she left. Her secrets are making him restless like a child.

He needs to see her face when she realizes he's both the owner and the CEO of the company she wants to work for.

After giving her about 10 minutes, Gojo runs down the building as if he's a boy chasing an ice cream truck. He needs to see her. The itch that has been dormant for almost ten years is almost unbearable now, and he has no time to waste before she disappears again from his life.

"Yuki, I have a question..." he starts as if he has no idea she's conducting an interview at this very moment, making a surprised face and almost shouting the name of the woman he once called his equal. "Woah, I can't believe it! Is it really you?!"

Satoru knows it's not right to be that happy about her baffled - if not fearful - expression, but he can't help himself. Here she is, the girl who could never shut up in class whenever a teacher asked them a question, sitting in the office he built with the money he earned, not borrowed from his father. He is where she has always wanted to be, Gojo is sure. Geto would probably smack him for being a smug bastard in front of a woman who surely has nothing against him, but Satoru feels ecstatic.

Until he sees she is not only scared: she is terrified. Why? Is it because her old rival ended up doing much better than her? She must be feeling upset and jealous, but she shouldn't be horrified. There's nothing to be scared of. Is she worried she won't get this job because she thinks Satoru is a manchild who can't forgive her for their silly school competition?

Or is she scared of him?

He doesn't like the thought.

"I'm so happy to see you!" He adds with a too-wide smile. "What are you doing here?"

It's concerning how she bites down on her lower lip, nearly ripping the thin skin covered in lipstick.

Thankfully, Yuki finally acknowledges his presence with an awkward smile, "Mr. Gojo, good morning. I apologize, but we are in the middle of a job interview. If it's alright with you, I'll come see you a little later."

The woman in front of him still doesn't utter a single word, and he feels like she'll escape him again if he lets her. With a dramatic sigh and a smile so wide it's a wonder how his face hasn't cracked yet, he announces to her, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry for interrupting! But you'll wait for me after your interview, alright? We can go grab a coffee together! It's not like it's against our company policy, right, Yuki?"

If eyes could kill, he would definitely be dead by now because his HR is ready to stab him with a fork she once stole from a cafeteria and is now keeping in one of her drawers. Satoru isn't that suicidal yet, so he quietly leaves her office before his old rival can utter a single word.

Now, this is about to get interesting.

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Men Own The Fashion Industry

Sexist clothes from Walmart

Women spend 226% more on the fashion industry than men, yet they hold just 12.5% of CEO positions at major fashion companies.

Over 85% of graduating majors from top fashion schools are female, yet only 1 in 6 people employed by the fashion industry are women (Fair Trade Certified).

This makes women in the fashion industry even more disadvantaged, because the most female-concentrated jobs in fashion are in sweatshops.

The industry employs approximately 75 million factory workers worldwide, yet less than 2% earn a living wage. 90% of these workers are women.

Even in retail, where women dominate the workforce, female managers earn about 85% of what male managers do.

but only around 14% of the top 50 major fashion brands are run by women (2018)

And only around 10% of fashion executives are women, who make 83% of what male executives do (2020)

Among the world’s top 50 fashion companies, only 7 have achieved gender parity in their executive teams. Women are still dramatically underrepresented in the boardroom, holding less than 13% of board seats.

Despite many dismissing the gender gap as "a reflection on women's ambitions", Women start their fashion careers with high ambitions—even higher than men. At entry level, 70 percent of women aspire to become top executives, versus 60 percent of men.

however, despite more women graduating from fashion college than men, and women having more ambition than men, only around 10% of fashion executives are women

Even among fashion, women make 70 cents to the dollar for what every male fashion designer makes

Less than 50% of womenswear brands are designed by women, highlighting a significant male presence in creative roles.

Studies show that women in fashion leadership positions are 63% more likely to have their decisions questioned than men in similar roles. This persistent doubting of their capabilities often leads to overworking, with many feeling compelled to put in extra hours and take on additional projects just to maintain their standing.

-According to a study spearheaded by the CFDA, Glamour and others called "The Glass Runway," HR managers interviewed admitted they prioritize male candidates over female candidates when interviewing for managerial positions 

To clarify, 85% of fashion school graduates are female 70% of women in fashion school aspire to be an executive 70% of retail workers are women 90% of sweatshop laborers are women yet only 1 in 6 people employed by the fashion industry women. This means that the 90% of the 85% of fashion school graduates who dream of being a female entrepreneur in the fashion industry end up being either retail workers, underpaid fashion designers or work in a factory doing manual labor.

The Fashion Industry's Hidden Gender Pay Gap (And How It Affects Your Wellness) - Fashion Post Magazine

Beneath the Seams: The Human Toll of Fast Fashion - Earth Day

A Gender Gap: Why Do Men Still Rule the (Fashion) World? | NOT JUST A LABEL

The glass runway and gender diversity in fashion | McKinsey

39 Thought-Provoking Fashion Industry Statistics [The 2025 Outlook]

[the-joy-of-knowledge]

How to answer tough interview questions.

Subscribing to the Harvard Business Review was one of the best decisions I made. I have learned so much about career development, personal branding, and job crafting. This article summarizes some of the questions you will get asked in a behavioral interview (courtesy of HBR) and I have included my responses to all of them. Assume I am seeking a HR role in a Fortune 500 company

Tell me about yourself and describe your background in brief?

How did you hear about this position?

What type of work environment do you prefer?

How do you deal with pressure or a stressful situation?

Do you prefer working independently or on a team?

How do you keep yourself organized when balancing multiple projects?

What did you do in the last year to improve your knowledge?

Tell me about yourself and describe your background in brief?

I grew up in small country in West Africa. I went to a great school through scholarship with the condition that I would pay it forward to the younger generation. So, after high-school I spent two years teaching math to elementary school kids. It was there I discovered my interest of people development. I enjoyed taking a kid from "I don't like math to can I get more homework? When I moved to the U.S for college I chose to study Psychology with a minor in Organizational Development. And my internship as a Human Capital Manager has allowed me to further develop my communication and leadership skills.

How did you hear about this position?

I learned about this position through Stacy Williams. She was one of the panelists on the fireside chat I convened in my school on the importance of women in leadership positions. I followed up with her through a coffee chat. She really enjoyed her job and the company culture. Her enthusiasm about her work encouraged me to apply and I am really excited to be going through the interview process.

What type of work environment do you prefer?

I thrive in environments where I am constantly learning. A place where each days brings a fresh set of challenges that I can solve. I also like working with teams where we can collaborate on tasks and brainstorm solution-oriented ideas. In my former internship I worked with an incredible team as a project manager in the human resources division and I worked on certain projects where I had full creative control on the outcome. I enjoyed the balance of both.

How do you deal with pressure or a stressful situation?

Stressful situations are inevitable and I learned to navigate them successful throughout my college career and my various internships. The first time I came across a stressful situation was in my Sophomore year. I worked as a customer service representative at a big department store and it was holiday season. You can imagine the amount of pressure - long lines of customers all waiting to get attended too. Instead of succumbing to the pressure I made sure to really understand the pain point of each customer which were long wait times and stock outs. If we were out of one brand of sparkling water, I would quickly recommend a different brand. If lines were long, I would go to the floor to help the bagging process. Customers left feeling satisfied with their shopping experience. Overtime, I have realized that the key to dealing with pressure is willingly choosing to complete the tasks with a positive mindset instead of worrying.

Do you prefer working independently or on a team?

I like a mix of both. I enjoy working on a team. The process of strategizing with my teammates on the best way to approach a problem allows for critical analysis and diverse points of view. Wh I also build camaraderie and trust with them while we tackle big problems. I enjoy working alone as well because I get to see how I approach different problems and compare my current performance to my previous ones. Working alone also gives me an opportunity to get feedback from my managers on my progress or areas of improvement. I like a balance of both.

How do you keep yourself organized when balancing multiple projects?

I am used to working on multiple projects. A typical semester for me is juggling between my classes, weekend job, extracurricular activities, and passion projects. So to stay on top of my deadlines and due dates I like to prioritize my tasks based on their level of urgency and importance. I use the time blocking method to schedule time for my projects. I take advantage of tools like Google calendar to keep track of due dates and appointments and Notion to manage big projects.

What did you do in the last year to improve your knowledge?

Last summer, I took some time off to really learn about veganism. It seemed intimidating at first because I did not know enough. So I turned to research to understand the facts. I began making home-cooked meals by following recipes from people I trusted and liked on YouTube. As I began noticing changes in my gut health and productivity levels, I started a blog to share my experiences. Now my blog has over 500 enthusiastic vegans who are on the same journey as I am. it was one of the best investment I made in myself.

The Big Pivot

[eddiediaaz]

i applied for a job at a call center, even tho it was the worst job i've ever had when i did it for a year in 2014-2015. but i have no choice, i need a job. here are the steps to get hired. the wage would be between $16 and $18 CAD (minimum wage where i live is $15.75 CAD so it's not even a great wage)

send your resume + cover letter and hope to be selected

first assessment on the phone (conversation of about 15 minutes)

french test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

english test of 20 questions (only 60 seconds for each question)

a "PI behavorial assessment" of 2 "there's no good or bad answer, we just wanna get to know you" questions

audio test of four difficult 30-second questions that are real work situations/calls where you have to read, listen, and type at the same time (2 in french, 2 in english)

if all of this works out, there's a 30-minute video interview with HR

and another final video interview with the supervisor

is it just me or its fucking CRAZY for a position that's barely above minimum wage???? like. what the fuck why is it so demanding skdfjbndfsds.

but then the dude also told me they received 250 resumes and there are only looking for 2 people, so i guess they have to filter people out, somehow...

[honeyjars-sims]

Part 2 1.16 To Be or Not To Be (a Hotdog)

When Lexie was having her impromptu hot dog stand dinner date with Cammie, they'd gotten to talking about...well, what lead Cammie to getting a job that required her to don a silly hot dog costume and dance on the corner.

Turns out she'd lost her job unexpectedly and took the first job she found. One thing lead to another and Lexie suggested that Cammie apply for a position at Sunny Side. We were starting a few new shows on the channel and were looking for new cast members.

That's how Lucy and I ended up interviewing Cammie. Lucy was starting her maternity leave the following week and she wanted to train me on interviewing before she left. I was about to have a lot more responsibility, but it came with a pay increase so I wasn't about to complain.

"So, Cammie, tell us a little bit about yourself," Lucy said cheerfully. I could already tell this was going to be a typical boring interview, so I started brainstorming on how I could shake things up.

"Well, I work at the hotdog stand now, but before that I was in an improv comedy group," Cammie told us. "Unfortunately, they had to make some budget cuts and I was let go."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lucy responds sympathetically. "We did see the reel you sent us, and we thought you were really funny!"

"Well, thank you! I come from a big family, so I was always trying to make my siblings laugh."

"I get that. I'm from a big family myself. How many siblings do you have?"

"That's a bit of a complicated question!" Cammie laughed. Lucy and I exchanged looks of confusion. "I know that sounds weird, but my parents have fostered dozens of children over the years. Some stayed for a short while, but many were with us for years with some of us getting adopted. I always counted them as my siblings when they lived with us, and I suppose I still do in a way. But I think the official count is 24?"

"24?!" I exclaimed. "Holy shit!"

"I think what Johnny meant to say was 'wow,'" Lucy said, shooting me a look. "I guess my family isn't as big as I thought!"

"I'm a bit of an outlier," Cammie giggled. "I'm sure your family is big by most people's standards."

"So, we know you're funny and that you can entertain, but how do you feel about being on camera?" I ask. "We get a lot of views, and that comes with a ton of critical comments."

"Asking the real questions, I see," Cammie responded. "I'm used to being on camera. The improv group filmed all of our shows and posted them online. I'm a very positive person, so negative comments don't get to me. Besides, with 24 siblings, teasing was par for the course."

"I bet it was!" Lucy affirmed. "Well, thank you so much for meeting with us, Cammie! You should hear back from us on a decision within the next couple of days."

Before Cammie could respond, I jumped in. "C'mon, Lucy, I already know you're going to give her an offer. Why make the poor girl wait another two days? That's two more days of dancing in a hotdog costume!"

"Because, Johnny," Lucy replied through gritted teeth. "I have to talk to HR and find out the pay rate, get the paperwork together, all of the red tape. That's why we don't give offers on the spot."

"I don't care about the pay rate," Cammie assured Lucy, her desperation apparent in her voice. "Anything is better than being a hotdog!"

"Ok, then welcome to the Sunny Side!" Lucy concedes.

"Thanks so much, you won't regret it!"

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where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

It had been a while since you stepped into a hospital in the hopes of getting a job. Last time you did, you were younger and more naïve, unaware of what the job entails. Unaware of what was waiting for you.

The thought of working as a nurse kind of made your palms sweaty and knees knock slightly. You suddenly wanted to run but you had already told the HR that you were there and Yeonjun had spent a good amount of time prepping you. Not to mention Wooyoung who gave you the opportunity itself. You can't disappoint them and you can't disappoint yourself. You kept repeating the words your dad told you after that morning's call, "Calm down, take a deep breath, hold until 3, then bust a move."

He's dorky but you love him.

So in your attempt to distract yourself from your nerves, you began looking around the hospital, taking note of the things around you and naming them. It was then that a noise caught your attention from the end of the hall, causing you to immediately snap your head towards the direction. You couldn't see it clearly but you saw an abandoned cart rattling and shaking slightly before a tiny figure emerged, going on his tippy toes trying to get something from the top. It worried you to see a kid rummaging through carts like that as in hospitals, there's a chance that the cart could be filled with medical equipment that children shouldn't play with. You would've attended to the boy and brought him back to his parents but you were about to get called in for the interview any time and frankly, you learn to leave things that are not your responsibility alone. As hard as it was. So you looked back to your lap and took a scan through your resume, recalling the things Wooyoung wanted you to mention and the way you should explain things.

As you were deep in your own head, practising answers to potential questions, you heard clattering sounds from the direction where you saw the boy and soon you saw him on his back on the floor. Your eyes squinted in hopes of getting a better view of what was going on, both curious and worried, so you let your legs move on their own, walking closer to the figure only to hear strangled noises coming from the boy who was slowly turning blue.

"Oh my God," you whispered, body freezing in shock. No matter how much you were trained to face emergencies, the sight of the boy convulsing on the floor with his lips turning blue was scary enough to render you useless. Your hands shook and flashes of memories passed in your head, the figure of the boy who was in front of you mixed together with flashes of another child who was lying on his bed with blaring alarms from machines flooding your mind, almost suffocating you as well.

"No, no," You whimpered, bottom lip trembling as your eyes swam with tears, "Not again."

The boy lay not far from you, face red and lips turning blue in a position that made his choking even worse. You knew you had to help, you knew that at that moment, there was no one else but you who could help him and you needed to act fast.

With a bit of struggle, you managed to get your frozen body moving again slowly, step by step. You fell to his side and saw that the boy was clutching an empty jello container. You immediately put the information in your head, slightly relieved that it was a rather softer food instead of literally anything that wasn't food or worse, something sharp.

Though you were practically trembling in a mixture of fear and PTSD, you braced yourself, you grabbed the boy and dragged him to your lap, placing his chest on your thigh as you made sure his mouth was opened. As you manhandled the boy, you could feel how rigid his body was and it did not make you any more relieved/ Heck, it reminded you how you had to move fast or else it was another kid's life in your hands.

For a moment, you hesitated, you didn't want to do something you felt you were not ready for yet. But what were you supposed to do? So after successfully pushing the thought aside, you began striking the boy's back hard, right between his shoulder blades. The first hit made you stiffen, afraid that you might have done more harm than good and slightly hoping that it was all it took. But alas, the boy's face was turning purple and when you saw his eyes rolling back, something took over your whole body, something that was a mixture of determination and fear. You can not lose this boy, not when you can do something about it, you decided. So you sent blow after blow, one by one, and with each one delivered, you felt your mental state slipping slightly to the point that it seemed like you were not in control of your body anymore. You were fully aware that you had been trying to get the boy to cough up the jello he choked on, but you had absolutely no idea how to stop.

You swore you processed what went on, you swore you finally heard the boy's clear, loud cries from his lung that was no longer congested. You realized that you managed to save the boy but your hand wouldn't stop hitting him until you were yanked away and thrown to the other side. With your body slumping, you slowly regained consciousness of what was going on. Your cognition came back like a wave of cold water crashing onto your body. You hadn't had time to fully comprehend at what point of time you were at when you were yanked up to your feet.

"What did you think you were doing!?" you recognized her as the HR personnel who was supposed to interview you. "What?" you gasped out, a little delirious from your dissociated state but she didn't care, "Why were you hitting that boy!?" she yelled out, surprising you. At the mention of the boy, however, your eyes darted around until you fell to his crying figure. He was being held by a nurse who was glaring at you as we wailed loudly, so loud that it caught the attention of the people who were slowly gathering around. It didn't occur to you earlier at all but once reality crashed down on you, you recognized the boy as Kijoong, the boy Wooyoung brought to Yeonjun's cafe a couple days back.

Just as you felt relieve, the HR personnel snapped her fingers in front of your line of sight. "Well?" She asked, seeking an explanation out of you. Dread crawled to your chest and the look of absolute distaste and Kijoong's wails only made you feel worse, it struck a deep sense of fear in you. "I-I was, I saw him there all alone a-and I noticed he was taking, I think it was jellos? He got up and a-and got like a jello from the unattended cart so-," "So you punished- no, ASSAULTED a child you don't know because he was being juvenile?" She snapped, voice loud as she stressed the word 'assaulted'. Your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly and you moved to take a step back only to fail. That moment you realized that you were being held by a security guard who was rather bulky, unable to escape even if it was just to create some distance. "No! I-I, look, I was-" the words were at the tip of your tongue but your brain was muddled, your cognition was not working correctly and maybe it was because you had had what could only be practically described as an out of body experience, but it was also due to the situation you were put in. Who would be able to stay calm in that situation?

Though she could've waited for you to explain, she simply rolled her eyes and told the security guard to escort you out the hospital after making sure that security has your picture and profile.

"P-profile? Wha- Excuse me?" Things weren't making sense and the people who were there did not provide clarity. The HR personnel paused momentarily in front of you, letting out one sharp exhale, "I'm afraid we can't process you in our hospital, Ms. (y/l/n). The behaviour you had just shown in this very unnecessary situation tells a lot about your personality and I do believe with absolute certainty that you would not fit in with this hospital. Frankly, I do not think you are fit to work in this profession whatsoever. The interview is off, you are no longer permitted back into this hospital, effective immediately," she then turned sharply just as you saw Kijoong being put on a gurney and getting strolled out.

"Wait!" You called out, what for? You weren't sure. It didn't matter anyway because just as Kijoong's voice grew further as he got wheeled away, you were dragged with such force by the security, past the group of people who were glaring, leering, and whispering at your expense.

Honestly, you didn't even care about the interview or the job opportunity, you just wanted to make sure that the kid was okay. Sure, his voice was loud and clear, but you wished there was a way for you to be absolutely sure.

One thing is for sure though, you may have lost an opportunity, but you had potentially saved a life.

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As Long as I'm Thinking about Job Interview Stuff

Here's my general pattern for answering the "Tell us about time you failed / dealt with a bad co-worker / had to struggle to complete something /etc."

These questions are asked to suss out if you're an asshole. The reason there's more than one of them is to see if you have a shit talking problem that can take a little time to show itself. Basically, interviewers are trying to get a sense of if you're gonna be a fucking problem once you're comfortable at a new workplace.

I literally once watched myself lose a job because the managers asked, "How do you deal with people who might be temperamental at times?" It was a software company, so I figured they meant "At least one of our engineers is a huge asshole, but we think he's worth keeping around even if he yells at people." And so I said, "Look, we all have our moments, and I do my best to be understanding if someone's having a tough time. I think it's important to remember we're all working together and trying to make something succeed. That being said, if the problem is I'm getting yelled at because someone else is being unprofessional, I'm not going to stand there and allow that abuse. I will be talking to HR, at a minimum, and if that doesn't resolve it, I will take care of it myself."

And, let me be clear, the moment any positive vibes left the room was when I said, "I'm not gonna stand there and allow that abuse." Which told me EXACTLY how they were handling the situation currently.

Anyway, sorry for the recipe blog wander. Back to the point. Here's how I handle the questions where they want you to discuss something negative.

I take a moment to think. Yes, I know the question is coming and already have a few options picked for an answer, but taking a moment to think before answering means I'm not gonna stumble over my words when I start.

Start with the negative. If the question is, "Tell us about dealing with a difficult co-worker," Start at the problem. "Well, I remember once I worked with someone who really didn't like answering questions via email."

Explain why it made the job difficult. "Given that what I do is focused on getting things written down, I prefer sending questions via email whenever possible so I always have a clear starting point on the information I use, even if the information changes a lot through conversation."

Restate the problem as the beginning of the solution. "But, this person didn't like to answer questions in writing, so I started going over to his desk and asking him the questions."

Say something nice about the problem. "He was great face-to-face. Always happy to help."

Explain the solution. "And it turned out he was happy to read anything I would print out and hand him. So, I'd go ask him the questions, go back to my desk and do a first draft based on what he'd said, and then give him a physical copy to mark up."

Stamp a positive final remark on it. "Once I realized how to best communicate with him, he was very open to helping. If I walked over with a first draft, he'd just look at it right then so I could make updates as quickly as possible. And he started letting me know if there were any major design changes on the way and explaining it to me earlier in the process, which made it easier to make updates."

That's my technique. The biggest thing of it, I think, is to make sure your answer is sincere. Don't use a situation where you still want to shove someone into traffic. Pick a situation where you feel like it actually turned out well in the end.