I’ve been on a number of job-seeking skills courses and training sessions in my time, and this question’s come up on a few occasions. Each time, the advice from the bright-eyed and cheery course leader has been “Yes – it’s a good idea to ask for feedback, even if you didn’t get the job. That way you can learn from your mistakes and increase your chances of getting the next job you apply for. Any reasonable employer will be happy to do that.”
And, of course, I never have, because their advice comes from some HR Best Practice “Positive Thinking for the Recently Redundant” handbook, while the jobs I’m after exist in the real world, where you’re lucky to even get a rejection letter.
But it does bring to mind sort of a funny story: many years ago, I worked for the local county Education Department, in a section that was about to be radically downsized – I was going to be out the door in 30 days and counting, and new prospects were looking a bit thin on the ground.
Then, one day, my manager came up to me and said, "Oh, WotNot… I wonder if you could help me out here. I’ve just had a call from the Personnel Officer at the local college, and it seems they have a new position they want to advertise; but since they’ve never had anyone doing that job, and we have, he was asking if I could help him with wording the job description.
“Unfortunately, I’ve just suddenly become terribly busy, so I thought that, since* they want someone to do the job you’re doing now*, you might be able to come up with a description of the sort of person they should be looking for. ;)”
So I got out my CV, and copied and pasted all my relevant experience, qualifications, and best qualities into a job description, and sent it off to the Personnel Officer, who was extremely grateful, and within a short time, the college advertised this new job.
Which I applied for.
Of course, I was invited to interview – how could I not be? I was the perfect candidate.
It was the worst interview I’ve ever been involved in, in any capacity, ever. I was sat in a hard, wooden chair in the centre of a room that was empty of any other furniture, except for the long table, about eight feet away, behind which sat five stoney-faced interrogators, silhouetted against the bright summer sun streaming through the window behind them.
And as I sat there, squinting through the glare and sweating profusely into my ill-advised winter-weight suit, it rapidly became apparent that I was not just the only person in the room with any idea about the technical or operational requirements of the job, I was the only one not actively opposed to me getting it.
I later discovered that the job had only been created in the first place as a means of employing some kid they had hanging around the place, helping out, and everyone involved was thoroughly pissed off at the Personnel Department for forcing them to obey the law and go through the sham of advertising and wasting their time with interviews.
So yeah… good times, good times.