Job Interview DisastersThe boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak. "Christ, what a craphole", I said. I think that's the moment I blew it. Tell us how you didn't get the job.
Suggested by Field Marshall Dozington-Smythe (Ret.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 21 Nov 2013, 13:06)
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5th "media sales" interview of the day (many years ago).I was tired, bored, and should have cancelled. But at the end of a discussion about my CV, the director asked me the stunningly silly question "How long have you wanted* to be in media sales?".
Without thinking, I replied "as a toddler, I had a toy phone, and I'd pretend to ring up people I didn't know and sell them things that didn't belong to me in return for a very small percentage".
*Nobody has ever wanted to be in media sales. It's just something you find yourself doing. It's very much like a heroin addiction, but without the upsides. I have since escaped into advertising agencies.
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prince-igor si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 9:28,
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If you're doing something five times in a day then it isn't an interview.(
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 10:07,
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What are you?Official advisor to the NWO?
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 10:25,
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I'm whatever you want me to be, sugarlump.(
Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 10:48,
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I could use a footstool.(
monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 10:57,
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Ew.Stools from feet. Mmm - a sort of slimy coagulative log of toe jam.
Sexy time.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 11:05,
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