You Must Believe Me
For Belle's Re(lie)ability Unofficial Challenge
Introduction
This is for Belle's Challenge that you can read about below, and takes it a lot of my work experiences:
You Must Believe Me
I will get that job, I know I don't have the qualifications or experience but the people interviewing me know even less than me, so they will be easy to fool. I have done it many times before, and yes I know I will screw their systems up but I have qualifications and degrees (fake I know from various sources), and that will get me the interview because ninety percent of company interviews never research what they are sent. They are so trusting.
These short-term contracts pay big money so they are easy kills for someone like me.
The Interview
Them: "So how long have you been working on JCN systems? We need someone who can hit the ground running but apply blue-sky thinking and think outside of the box"
Me: "I have five years experience of JCN, and have worked on JOS 5.2 to 7.3 which is the current one. What version are you on here?"
Them: "Er, we'll have to ask our tech team about that, but we hope that you will be able to apply yourself if we offer you the contract"
Me: "I'll be fine. JCN 7.3 was only released three months ago, so I am up to date with all the updates, and 5.2 was five years ago so I don't expect your systems are that old"
My God, they haven't a clue. Blue-Sky Thinking, Thinking Outside The Box, how many more clichés will they come out with? I have never worked on JCN just read a few books, and Google has been a great help, and at £500 a day, if I get a few weeks that'll do me.
Them: "We are impressed with what you have shown us so would you be interested in taking the contract? If so when can you start?"
Me: "Thank you. I can start two weeks on Monday as I am just completing my current JCN contract. We're on 6.6"
Them: "Fantastic. We will set up your access, and have your pass ready when you turn up. Looking forward to working with you"
Next
I'll take these two weeks to familiarise myself with JCN and I should get ÂŁ10K out of them before they realise I haven't got a clue what I'm doing apart from ripping them off.
Then it will be time for my next mark.
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Ah!! It's crazy how many people actually pull stuff like this, but crazier still that they get away with it! Loved this take on the challenge!! Thank you so much for entering!
Absolutely brilliant!1 If only it wasn't so true. There was a news story a little while ago about some IT engineer going for a job interview. They challenged him to fix a bug in one of their systems. I don't remember the full details, but somehow, he was using Rayban's camera glasses to get the information he needed and was just typing from what he saw in the image.
Haha, this is extremely funny - considering the narratives of interviews.
What a story of mischief and possible mayhem. Good job and good luck with the challenge.
If only I was this good at interviews. This is how it be tho. Nice story and cool challenge.
Oh, my, some people are just easy marks