A couple of years ago I was dole, applying for literally anything and everything.
By some extraordinary twist of fate, I managed to get an interview for some white-collar job at 9am on Monday. I turn up at a swanky office somewhere in central Leeds, tell the secretary I'm here and sit down at 8.55. By 9.10 nobody's turned up, but I think nothing of it. Time passes. Finally, at 10.05, a dozy-looking lad shambled into sight and escorted me into a side room.

Interviewer: Hi, I'm Rob. Are you [my name]?
Me: I am.
Interviewer: Can you tell me about your previous experience of bookkeeping.
Me: ...I don't have any.
Interviewer: OK, so what qualities do you have that would make you a good [accountancy position]?
Me: Hang on, that's not the job I applied for.
Interviewer: According to this form it is.
Me: Then your form must be wrong. I applied for [completely different position].
Interviewer: Oh... right. Would you mind just going to back to reception? This won't take a minute.

An hour and a half later, it turned out out he'd got my application form mixed up with someone else's and I'd actually been rejected before the interview stage.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 21:24, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Man, I hope this doesn't happen to me
5 hours of travelling to be told that wouldn't go down well.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Wed 25 Aug 2010, 22:09, Reply)