Job Interview Disasters
The boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak.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.
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( , Thu 21 Nov 2013, 13:06)
The boss showed me the shop floor, complete with loose floor tiles, out-of-date equipment and prospective colleagues eyeing me like a raw steak.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.)
( , Thu 21 Nov 2013, 13:06)
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I knew a girl who very much wanted to join the Metropolitan Police. She figured after a few years on the beat, she'd like to get into serious investigation, maybe become a detective.
She was invited to interview in London. She couldn't find the office.
She went home and never mentioned it again.
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 11:01, 3 replies)
I knew a girl who very much wanted to join the Metropolitan Police. She figured after a few years on the beat, she'd like to get into serious investigation, maybe become a detective.
She was invited to interview in London. She couldn't find the office.
She went home and never mentioned it again.
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 11:01, 3 replies)
Be serious: no-one here knows any girls*
At least, none whose names don't end ".jpg".
* may not apply to female b3tans
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 15:52, closed)
At least, none whose names don't end ".jpg".
* may not apply to female b3tans
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 15:52, closed)
I always assumed the female b3tans were blokes pretending.
Like all the other girls on the internet.
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 15:58, closed)
Like all the other girls on the internet.
( , Mon 25 Nov 2013, 15:58, closed)
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