Job Interviews
If it's not the "where do you see yourself in five years time" question, it's the trick questions they throw at you to make them feel superior. Tell us about your worst job interview and the most unsuited candidates you've seen. BTW: Please don't use the question board to send messages to each other. It makes the whole thing unreadable for everyone else.
( , Thu 20 Jan 2005, 9:51)
If it's not the "where do you see yourself in five years time" question, it's the trick questions they throw at you to make them feel superior. Tell us about your worst job interview and the most unsuited candidates you've seen. BTW: Please don't use the question board to send messages to each other. It makes the whole thing unreadable for everyone else.
( , Thu 20 Jan 2005, 9:51)
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Interview for a Spook Agency
I had been working for about 4 months after leaving University, for the Australian Defence Department. Saw a vacancy in one of the unnamed spy agencies, in the same compound as where I was. Get an interview, walk up to the front desk of their hightly secure building. Guy behind the desk looks like he spend the last 20 years as a bare knuckly boxer, and has his right hand 3 inches from a large revolved.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT" he bellows at me.
"Um, I'm here for a job interview" I stammer.
"WOTS YER NAME" he screams.
I give him my name.
Bullet head squints at a list of names.
"YER NAME ISN'T ON HERE" he yells.
I have visions of being locked in some dark dungeon, when the person I was to be interviewed by - who I knew - appeared at the desk to rescue me.
After that introduction, I didn't get the job - but I was told I came second. Bugger it.
( , Mon 24 Jan 2005, 19:22, Reply)
I had been working for about 4 months after leaving University, for the Australian Defence Department. Saw a vacancy in one of the unnamed spy agencies, in the same compound as where I was. Get an interview, walk up to the front desk of their hightly secure building. Guy behind the desk looks like he spend the last 20 years as a bare knuckly boxer, and has his right hand 3 inches from a large revolved.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT" he bellows at me.
"Um, I'm here for a job interview" I stammer.
"WOTS YER NAME" he screams.
I give him my name.
Bullet head squints at a list of names.
"YER NAME ISN'T ON HERE" he yells.
I have visions of being locked in some dark dungeon, when the person I was to be interviewed by - who I knew - appeared at the desk to rescue me.
After that introduction, I didn't get the job - but I was told I came second. Bugger it.
( , Mon 24 Jan 2005, 19:22, Reply)
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