A job interview with the William, Allinson White Institute, a high-end post graduate school for psychologist nearly inspired me to erase my blog last week. The last thing any job seeker in this economy needs is a bad on-line reputation. The place was grand. It was located on Central Park West and 72nd Street. A winding, marble staircase led me to the office of the man who runs the place.
The executive director of the institution asked me a question that I could not answer in typical interviewee fashion–
“How well do you deal with supervisors that are difficult?” He asked.
“Oh, my teeth have been cut on the worst of them,” I responded without bliking, “It seems to me that those in your profession take on a certain energy from those they treat. I’ve witnessed psychiatrists at my old job go totally off the handle after holding a session with a troubled kid. They’d leave their offices red in the face, ready to scream at someone, and there I was– who better than the office manager to go off on? Very few understand how difficult your job really is.”
I chose not to delete my blog after leaving that interview. The doctor, whose name already escapes me, seemed so defeated, and that was not my intention. I only wanted a job. I felt so bad for reading him.
But today, a new comment in my blog convinced me that some of the things I’ve written over the years are not mean spirited at all. These writings are only therapy of sorts, and there are so many shrinks out there on google looking for information relating to the sale of seeds from door to door.