Accursed is right.
I’m a grad student about a year out from going on the market, and over the past few years i’ve lost count of the stories from friends and colleagues about rude, inconsiderate, disorganized, and just plain assholish search committees.
Memo to people on search committees:
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I don’t give a fuck if you had 300 applicants for that position, when you make the first cut, the very minimum you should do is send the discarded applicants a form email. If you’re a faculty member, and too fucking important for such trivial tasks, then make sure your department has an admin assistant or even a goddamn student worker who can do it.
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In my field (History) and in many others, the people who make the first cut usually have to travel to the profession’s annual meeting for the first round of interviews. In History, it’s the American Historical Association meeting in early January. For English, the MLA; for Philosophy, the APA, etc.
Those dozen or so people have been selected as among the best from (usually) upwards of 100, and often over 200 candidates. They have often flown all the way across the country, and booked hotel rooms, at their own expense to attend the meetings and the interview.
The absolute least you owe these people, if they miss out on the job, is a personal email. The absolute LEAST. Preferably a personal call from the head of the search committee, or a personal letter. And these should go out as soon as you decide who your on-campus job candidates are. Don’t just call the people you want for on-campus interviews and leave everyone else swinging in the breeze.
- When we get to the on-campus stage, we’re usually talking about the top 3 or 4 candidates out of a massive field, people who have already gone through at least one interview, and who then spend anywhere from 1 to 3 days on campus being put through a wringer of interviews, social events, meetings, lectures, etc. (see stories from posters, above).
If you tell one of these candidates that you will have a decision in two weeks, then you need to ring the candidate at the end of two weeks, even if it’s only to tell him or her that your search committee is too stupid to make a decision, or some asshole Dean hasn’t yet approved the hire.
And once you do make a decision, call the successful candidate AND the unsuccessful one/s, and let them all know. Any search committee that doesn’t personally contact someone who had an on-campus interview deserves nothing less than the rack and/or thumbscrews.
In case anyone thinks i’m exaggerating here, i’ve seen all this shitty stuff, and more, happen to friends of mine. These were all excellent candidates, many of whom now have good tenure-track jobs at R1 universities or decent state schools. And i’ve also heard stories of places that actually do things properly, and treat their applicants like human beings.
My wife had two on-campus interviews this year, and both places were great in terms of how they treated their applicants.
The first place called right when they said they would, and let her know that she had missed out on the job. The head of the search committee explained why the other person beat her out, and told her that she was a very strong candidate (one reason she missed out was that the other candidate had completed the dissertation over a year before, and had been teaching; my wife had not, at the time of the interview, finished her dissertation, which is a disadvantage in a tight job market like this).
The second place called her at the allotted time, and told her that she was their first choice for the job, but that the money they had been promised for the position was possibly going to disappear in California’s budget crisis. They university, and the department, were going to have to look at finances. The chair of the search committee said he’d get back in touch as soon as he knew anything.
A week later, he called and said that they had put her name forward to the Dean and made clear that they wanted this position filled.
About ten days after that, the Dean called and offered her the job. This summer, we leave Baltimore and join vivalostwages in the Governator’s clutches.