Interviews for Recruitment: A Quality Case at British American Insurance

There is a constitution with three primary chapters, which you must adhere to in the day of interview:

Chapter 1: Arrival Time

Chapter 2: Psychological emotions

Chapter 3: Dispel Fear

I woke up at 5 am in my residence at Kahawa. My main aim was to arrive at the interview venue an hour earlier because lateness and recruitment interviews are scarce-cater cousins. It was my first time to attend an interview where I had received a personal call, in fact, through my mobile phone. The previous invitations to interviews were through a template; that message which everyone else received through “please do not reply to this, or noreply@).” With this, you cannot seek further clarification; even myself I had to call again to ask the venue location and I was received with regard; it was a case to others too. This was special for me in a way, a case of Total Quality Management.

I had to take a heavy breakfast because I feared trembling when I will be asked questions such as “tell us something about yourself or why do you think no one else can perform better than you in this job?” Though I was sure the answers were at my fingertips, I was aware that the rhyme between hunger and mental functioning breaks someone below the knee.

One thing I tried to avoid was emotions, more especially those caused by mannerless Nairobi bus conductors. I made sure that I have loose money because they usually pick up quarrels with passengers presenting two-hundred shillings notes and above. If you argue with them, mind you your day will be one of the worst in lifetime.

I realized that the interview might not begin exactly at half past eight as promised. The only way to avoid being idle in the waiting room was to buy a newspaper. This would not only dispel possible fear that might engulf me, but would also make appear organized and focused among the interviewees.

I did not know the way to Britam Insurance. I asked the officer at Kencom bus stage, who told me that there is no vehicle going that area since it at the sides of State. But, I was sure there I was not the first one to go there and not all those who work for Britam own cars. I called a friend who advised to aboard the same bus that officer had refused me. The conductor promised to drop me at the gate. And sure he did.

I expected to meet at least 2000 interviewees, slightly less than I met in the previous interview. In fact, the previous one did not succeed because the number of interviewers and space would not accommodate the number of the invited candidates. This led to some unfair businesspeople selling some forms to people at exploitative prices. It was a different case at Britam.

The first people to meet were the security officers. Even before approaching the gate, one of them was there right on time.

“Hello,” I greeted them. “I received a call to attend a recruitment interview at Britam. I hope I am in the right place.”

“Please go to that door,” he said pointing the door at the far end where a lady was just entering. “You will find another officer who will show you the waiting room.” I thanked him and walked majestically in that prestigious, calm compound. At the entrance, I was received by a lady in blue, a color similar to the color of the building; the color that I love most. I joined five other candidates seated behind the reception, expecting at least 1,995 more, which did not actually turn to be true.

Approximately twenty minutes passed. As others yawned, shivering after every time the entrance door was opened, I comfortably read the Nation newspaper, concentrating on the Westgate Mall massacre, especially on the failures of the National Intelligence: Poor Total Quality Administration. The only challenge I faced was that I was in a tie while almost all other interviewers dressed casually. As time went by, almost ten other candidates joined us.

A well-composed and courteous security officer came, sought our attention, and thanked us for coming. “There is a waiting room in the 7^th floor, kindly let us go and wait for the interviewers from there.” He said as he escorted us to the lifts. As we sat down, he showed us the directions to the toilets, pointing to both male and female toilets, which were opposite to the waiting room. I continued reading my newspaper as others watched the TV cartoons (it was on a Saturday morning).

The psychometrician came and pardoned himself for lateness. He had two boxes filled papers, I then realized that it was it was an IQ test, not the oral interview as I had thought. I loosened my tie, put my newspaper aside and gathered my deepest intelligence. I knew it would be tough the next forty-minutes (as it was the previous case), but “for the next two and half hours, we shall concentrate without moving out. If you want to visit the toilet, this is the time.” the psychometrician announced.

The friendliness of the psychometrician made the test environment relaxed for the intended purpose. Every time he read the instructions clearly, giving dramatic pauses for points’ digestion. I sometimes fear tests, but the Saturday morning at Britam was a totally different case. Tests were somehow hard, but friendly and disseminated in friendliness. I recalled my Psychology classes and remembered that the tests had all the qualities of Intelligence Tests. I was happy, and even waiting for the next test after the fourth and last test were collected.

I walked out slowly, feeling as happy as the owner of the company, sometimes even stopping to breathe the cool breeze inside the building. As we walked to town, I did not hear any complain, as it was the case in the previous interviews. It was an excellent case of Total Quality Management in interviews, which I think all other organizations should embrace. It does not mean that I am selfish, but one thing I am sure of is that the number of interviewees contributes to the quality of the test; that is what Britam embraced in its recruitment process.

As I researched the online history and development of Britam in the evening, I found out that all queries were responded to, especially in Facebook. That attitude that I developed towards Britam in the morning 28^th September, 2013 made me realize that the recruitment process is another way of creating market empires, whether one is recruited or not. As I wait for the response, it does not matter whether I will qualify or not, what I know (I belief this could be the case with three or more others too) is that I belong to Britam.