So, my dear readers, as I reach out to my half century, it might be time I become a manager of something or other. I applied for a position in a local company.
With an almost bald head, I let my facial hair grow to show my tinge of grey. Because nothing says management, better.
Still, the two-person panel insisted on asking me annoying questions.
What is your greatest achievement?
Thanks for asking, I’d say it was that time I hammered my brother in FIFA.
Was he really good?
Hardly, he was only 6. You should have seen him cry to his Mammy afterwards.
Have you ever managed a Team?
Eh, you know what FIFA is?
How would you motivate staff?
With sweets.
How would you deal with someone not pulling their weight?
I’d tell them to lose some.
What is performance management?
Getting kinky, I like it.
Have you ever made a mistake?
That kid is not mine, ok!
What do you know about the organization?
Hold on, I think I can remember the name.
Hopefully, I get it, I could do with the extra few bob.
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