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194 The Interview with the Psychometric Test<br />
additional problems in the ethics <strong>of</strong> giving someone a psychometric test without<br />
prior notice or proper consent. It is actually not permitted in the NHS."<br />
There was a pause as she tried to come to grips with this. "I don't agree," she<br />
said, finally, "All our c<strong>an</strong>didates are happy to take the test <strong>an</strong>d we find the<br />
results very useful."<br />
I gave up. "OK," I said. "I'll take the test." She looked intensely relieved, set<br />
her stopwatch <strong>an</strong>d left the room.<br />
I fell into a reverie. When I worked so hard to get my Masters, I thought to<br />
myself that it would be a generally recognised badge <strong>of</strong> educational<br />
achievement. How times ch<strong>an</strong>ge. Why did I bother? Why didn't I just backpack<br />
around the world for a couple <strong>of</strong> years, <strong>an</strong>d then create a completely bogus CV<br />
claiming experience in all the hot technologies. I'd seen it work m<strong>an</strong>y times.<br />
I wondered if I could show her how silly this was. I looked down at the<br />
once-familiar test. I never thought I'd see it ever again. Within fifteen minutes,<br />
I'd filled it all in, with perfect <strong>an</strong>swers since I'd done so m<strong>an</strong>y markings <strong>of</strong> the<br />
wretched test. I was gazing out <strong>of</strong> the window, <strong>an</strong>d meditating on the comedy<br />
<strong>of</strong> hum<strong>an</strong> frailty when she minced in after three-quarters <strong>of</strong> <strong>an</strong> hour to pick up<br />
the completed test.<br />
I was then taken to <strong>an</strong>other room where a m<strong>an</strong>ager started to interview me.<br />
As the interview progressed, I became increasingly disillusioned <strong>an</strong>d<br />
disappointed. He gave the impression that the entire business was run by the<br />
rule book, <strong>an</strong>d that the consult<strong>an</strong>ts were mere c<strong>an</strong>non fodder in a large<br />
consult<strong>an</strong>t army. This was no place <strong>of</strong> contentment for a free-thinking<br />
technologist. The HR lady brought the test results into the room, gl<strong>an</strong>cing at me<br />
with a new-found respect. The m<strong>an</strong>ager did a double-take, immediately<br />
followed by a complete u-turn from his previous arrog<strong>an</strong>t deme<strong>an</strong>our. I had, <strong>of</strong><br />
course, achieved a perfect score. One doesn't forget the correct <strong>an</strong>swers after all<br />
that marking.<br />
For the remainder <strong>of</strong> the interview he became repulsively ingratiating, until<br />
the moment came …<br />
"… <strong>an</strong>d why, in particular, would you like to join our comp<strong>an</strong>y?" Wide<br />
smile.<br />
This is it. "Because <strong>of</strong> my experiences this morning, I'm afraid that I don't."<br />
I rose to leave, shook him by the h<strong>an</strong>d <strong>an</strong>d was soon, flooded with relief, in<br />
the fresh air once more.<br />
"Did you have a good interview?" asked my wife brightly, as I returned<br />
home.