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 7th 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 28th 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.