took place in February and I am still waiting to hear
I heard about the job in Japan doing co-ordination and administration for an international exchange program. It seemed like a perfect fit after all of my years studying Japanese and my Bachelor of Commerce. I bought a new suit, got my roommate to drive the two hours to Montreal and I was all set.
I entered into this opulent hall of a big hotel downtown. There were about ten other people ready to get interviewed but by the time it was my turn they were all gone and I sat alone. I had been waiting an hour. Finally, someone called me in.
It was a smallish room with a raised desk. High atop their chairs was three Japanese women over fifty. In the back was an older Japanese gentleman, who was the only one to laugh at my jokes. The others just replied by writing in their little notebooks more furiously.
"I would like you to limit your responses, try not to talk for too long" one began after I handed them the photo of myself.
uh...sure, of course, no problem
Question One: "Now the first question is the hardest. What will you do if you don't get the job"
Grad school or a possible move to Toronto.
Question Five: "What will you do if small children point and laugh at you?"
Uh, well, heh heh actually that happened while I was in Japan. I would just understand that it is a different culture and they aren't used to seeing people that look like me.
"We didn't ask that. We asked what you would do."
Well, I wouldn't actually do anything, I would just smile and understand.
Question Eight: What would you do if one of your Japanese co-workers started spreading rumours about you and your male houseguests, and your supervisor approached you about it?
Well, I would tell the supervisor my side of the story and explain that in North America it is acceptable to have male friends but if he found it inappropriate, I would not invite them.
At the end, they asked me to read a Japanese story about onsen. It went fine. The lady put out her hand to get the paper back and I thought that she wanted to shake my hand. As I shook it, I knew I made a mistake. I giggled and apologised. They stared daggers at me. I then scuffled out.
In my roommate's car, I immediately started quietly crying while looking out the window. He tried to be consoling, but that was it. It was the worst interview ever and they have still not yet told me "yes or no".
Update -- they put me on a waiting list then I rejected THEM. THANK GOD!