Lack of Job Interview Hospitality

Today I went to an interview at a very nice hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. It was pouring rain today in Vegas. And I actually do mean freezing rain, not that "sprinkling" business. But I wore a rocking turquoise suit jacket anyway to prove the rain doesn't get me down. And the fact is, my jacket is awesome.

The 15 person took place in one of the executive suites. It was gorgeous.

I have to tell you, in high school. I was a brown-noser, kiss-ass, suck up, whatever term you use. That was me. I have since grown from my days of attempting to make every superior I meet love me by what I say about them or the company they work for. I have found honesty works better.

Well that was the wrong strategy today. We had a 30 minute question process where you had to state your name and why you wanted to work for the company. I almost scoffed out loud at the answer of a guy my age in a full (ill fitted) business suit. We shall call him Suit-Boy from now on. Suit-Boy may as well have gotten down and bowed to the interviewer as he read some invisible cue cards advertising the hotel. I couldn't believe it. His "random question" which is supposed to explain your personality was, "What would you do if you could live a life without fear?" Suit-Boy of course answered well.

When it was my turn, I answered honestly. I didn't have front desk experience and I have ALWAYS wanted to work front desk. But alas, exactly like the freaking food industry, no one will hire you unless you have experience. How am I supposed to get experience when no will give me the chance? (Off my soap box)

Then my "Random Question" was "If you could play any instrument, what would it be and why?"

My immediate thought was Are you freaking serious? THIS is my question? The guy next to me just got asked about what super power he'd want and why. WHAT INSTRUMENT? UGH!

I answered well. Piano. Some BS. Whatever. Annoyed.

After it was done, the interviewers deliberated and we all waited outside. Guess who I got to chatting with? Suit-Boy. Find out we went to the same high school together. Both in honors. Graduated the same year. He had no idea who I was. (Luckily I didn't remember him either so I didn't feel like THAT much of a loser). His major? Hotel Hospitality and Management. I had no chance.

I was right. He got called in. As well as "If someone gave me 2,000 to spend on myself I'd donate every penny" woman. Whatev.

Maybe I'm not meant for the hospitality industry after all.