Job Interview DisastersThe boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak.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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I was two hours late for a job interviewthanks to my reliance on a postcode search in Google maps and my "oh, I'm bound to spot the place" attitude. After too long driving round like a well attired kerb crawler, peering at every building on the industrial estates near a huge rugby stadium, I tended my man shield and gun and asked for directions.
Maybe if I had more of an affinity for large sweaty men playing with their funny shaped balls I would've realised the name of the place I was asking directions to from multiple locals was the rather large stadium looming in the background at every turn. Either they were taking the piss or they thought I was.
I didn't even know rugby stadiums had office space.
(, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 11:36, 1 reply)
Loads of office space and function suites, it's what they put under the terraces as they taper up and out.
(, Wed 27 Nov 2013, 3:55, closed)
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