Worst Job Interview
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I had an interview one time and got to talking with the interviewer. He told me he had worked as an actuary for awhile and somehow I thought an actuary was a person that prepped dead people at a funeral home (actuary/mortuary---didn't really register in my head). I think the interview ended with him just not talking and checking the voicemails on his office phone. No "we'll let you know" or "nice to meet you" or even a handshake. I just walked out
Ah yes, I remember something from Mat E 273.
One terrible one does not stand out to me, but I remember failing horribly at the STAR type questions during the first few interviews I ever had sophomore year.
My junior year in EE I had an internship interview at 9am. My buddy turned 21 the night before so of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up staying on Welch Ave until 2am. I passed out when I got home and woke up at about 3am to puke my brains out until about 4:30am.
My drunken self set an alarm for PM instead of AM so at about 8:30a I bolt up thinking "oh **** there's no way I can possibly make it" because I had to shower (or risk reeking of alcohol), put on a suit and tie, and catch the red bus to campus since I lived in west Ames at the time. I would have just given up, but I didn't want to have to write an apology letter to regain my on campus interviewing rights. I took the fastest shower of my life and sprinted to the red bus, just catching it by seconds. Sitting there with about 2 minutes before my interview the adrenaline wears off, and I realize I'm still pretty drunk. That's when the dry mouth sets in and it feels like my tongue is now fused to the roof of my mouth. I thought there was a 0.1% chance the interviewer didn't know I was drunk and that it was going to end in embarrassing rejection.
I went to class immediately after the interview and about 30 minutes later I got a call from the interviewer. "We were really impressed with your interview and would like you to come back in for a second round today. When are you available?" I just about shat my pants with surprise. I didn't get an offer but I considered the offer of a second interview a moral victory and testament to my drunken capabilities...so it wasn't exactly bad but it was definitely my worst interview.
My drunken self set an alarm for PM instead of AM so at about 8:30a I bolt up thinking "oh **** there's no way I can possibly make it" because I had to shower (or risk reeking of alcohol), put on a suit and tie, and catch the red bus to campus since I lived in west Ames at the time. I would have just given up, but I didn't want to have to write an apology letter to regain my on campus interviewing rights. I took the fastest shower of my life and sprinted to the red bus, just catching it by seconds. Sitting there with about 2 minutes before my interview the adrenaline wears off, and I realize I'm still pretty drunk. That's when the dry mouth sets in and it feels like my tongue is now fused to the roof of my mouth. I thought there was a 0.1% chance the interviewer didn't know I was drunk and that it was going to end in embarrassing rejection.
I went to class immediately after the interview and about 30 minutes later I got a call from the interviewer. "We were really impressed with your interview and would like you to come back in for a second round today. When are you available?" I just about shat my pants with surprise. I didn't get an offer but I considered the offer of a second interview a moral victory and testament to my drunken capabilities...so it wasn't exactly bad but it was definitely my worst interview.
I sat in an interview with my manager a few years back as a scribe. The younger lady that was being interviewed came in, sat down, and after the first two questions got so nervous she threw up on the table. Needless to say she was not hired.
I was flown out to the Richmond, VA area for an Engineering internship interview in a large manufacturing facility. Ahead of the interview I was given a tour of the facility and I was awe-struck by the number of massive African-American women throughout the entire facility! Once the tour ended and we went to the HR-guy's office he starts off by saying, "Well, I guess now you know what we make here." And immediately, and to this day I still do not know where this came from, I said "Apparently really large black women!" The HR guy spit coffee on his desk and died laughing. I was embarrassed that it had come out of my mouth, but I couldn't help but laugh too. The interview turned at that point to conversations about college parties and comparing drinking stories. He ended the interview with "We really need more fun people in this company. Do you feel like it would be a good fit for you? Because we'd love to have you." That internship was one of the funnest times of my life.
Interviewing for a job after I graduated. After about two other ppl interview me I speak to a manager this time. Halfway through his questioning he asks if I had to wear any hats in my previous jobs.
I was so confused and started to talk about what my previous jobs entailed and he stopped me and explained the question. Felt like a total idiot.
Needless to say... I did get the job. BOOOOOOMMMM
I was so confused and started to talk about what my previous jobs entailed and he stopped me and explained the question. Felt like a total idiot.
Needless to say... I did get the job. BOOOOOOMMMM
Not directly related to my interview itself, but when I interviewed for my first job out of college, it was in Chicago in the dead of winter. Stayed with a buddy in Lincoln Park, but the interview was in the suburbs. I still smoked at the time, so when I woke up, stepped outside for a cig before I showered. My buddy had left for work already. His apartment's front door had a tendency to occasionally lock on its own, as it did on this occasion. Couldn't call my buddy (cell was inside) and had no other way inside, interview in a couple hours, and it was the coldest weekend that winter in Chicago and I was dressed to only be outside for 5 minutes. Not seeing any other options, busted his front door in with my shoulder. Went to interview, got job, came back and spent the rest of the day fixing his door - new door jamb, touch up paint, the works. Had to purchase all the tools for the job (he didn't have any), and it's damn near impossible to find a Home Depot or similar anywhere near Lincoln Park.
Had another interview in California, where the change in climate caused me to get a nosebleed during the interview. Blood actually dripped on the desk in front of me (gross, I know). The guy didn't notice, I don't think, but I had my head tipped back for a good ten minutes so I wouldn't bleed all over the place. I finally excused myself to the restroom. Got offered that job too.
Had another interview in California, where the change in climate caused me to get a nosebleed during the interview. Blood actually dripped on the desk in front of me (gross, I know). The guy didn't notice, I don't think, but I had my head tipped back for a good ten minutes so I wouldn't bleed all over the place. I finally excused myself to the restroom. Got offered that job too.
Not an interview but I've been applying to PhD programs all over the place and I've been pretty much recycling my statement of purpose for all of them. I just throw in a few faculty names or mention the program/school and then change it for the next one. Well, I pulled up the letter and was searching for all the 'Colorado State"s to replace them and noticed that the very last sentence said something to the effect of, 'I would be honored to be a Berkeley graduate student'. I don't think I'll be hearing back from Colorado State...
Not sure what department you're applying to, but if it's Civil Engineering, I can almost guarantee that you won't hear back.... :smile:
Got tag-teamed by 2 senior managers in a Firm for 4 hours and asked different questions that always start with: Give us your definition of....., example of how you dealt with it and what you learned from it.
After the interview, I was so exhausted and dizzy, drove through Arby's: forgot that there was only one window: so I paid my order and drove through the lane and realized that there was no second window to pick my order up. So I parked my car, walked to the drive thru lane and people were just laughing at me.
Got a second interview from that Firm but didn't get a job.
After the interview, I was so exhausted and dizzy, drove through Arby's: forgot that there was only one window: so I paid my order and drove through the lane and realized that there was no second window to pick my order up. So I parked my car, walked to the drive thru lane and people were just laughing at me.
Got a second interview from that Firm but didn't get a job.
I had an interview where the interviewer had been recently dumped by his long time girlfriend. The reason I know this bit of information is because he spent the entire interview pouring his heart out to me about his failed relationship. I legitimately didn't answer a single question the entire time, I barely even spoke for the 45 minutes it took. Without getting in to too much detail he called all of his coworkers 'jerkoffs' during this time and offered me the job on the basis that him and I would 'hunt for trim' at the next conference.
On the bright side, that miserable experience was one of the main drivers that sent me to grad school.
On the bright side, that miserable experience was one of the main drivers that sent me to grad school.
Because I am bored at work I want to answer this. A golf ball displaces 2.77 oz of water (just checked). we can then use the ratio of 1 ball per 2.77 oz and set it equal to x balls over 128 oz (the number of oz in a gallon). This equals 46.16 golf balls in a gallon. 7.48 gallons = 1 cubic foot so roughly 345.03 golf balls per cubic foot. there are a total of 31,285 cubic feet on a 747 plane thus 10,794,263.55 golf balls fit in a 747 (assuming the space from chairs, people, etc. is not there).
Do I get the job???
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