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» Job Interviews
What a lush.....
Probably the worst interview I ever had was one for "Food City", a local grocery store. The night before I came down with a nasty fever, and looked like hell in the morning. Though this being a time when I could barely afford toliet paper, I REALLY needed the job and forced myself to go. Apparently, the interviwer had, had a bad night as well, and had come to work quite snookered.
Over the course of the 3 hour interview (which should have taken about an hour) the interviewer alternately burped, dozed off and at one point began to look ill. I leaned forward to ask if he was okay- just as he began to spew. Luckily, I leapt backward, avoiding being hit, though sadly, tripped over my chair, hit my head on the desk behind me and went unconcious.
I woke up on the floor, just as the interveiwer told the manager that I had come to the interview drunk and had vomited everywhere. (Imagine the bastard blaming it on me!!!) Needless to say, I gathered myself of the floor, stomped up to the interviewer and promptly told him to "F*ck off".
Hmmmm.....anyone wonder if I got the job? (If you think I even wanted it, poke yourself in the eye!!)
(Tue 25th Jan 2005, 6:23, More)
What a lush.....
Probably the worst interview I ever had was one for "Food City", a local grocery store. The night before I came down with a nasty fever, and looked like hell in the morning. Though this being a time when I could barely afford toliet paper, I REALLY needed the job and forced myself to go. Apparently, the interviwer had, had a bad night as well, and had come to work quite snookered.
Over the course of the 3 hour interview (which should have taken about an hour) the interviewer alternately burped, dozed off and at one point began to look ill. I leaned forward to ask if he was okay- just as he began to spew. Luckily, I leapt backward, avoiding being hit, though sadly, tripped over my chair, hit my head on the desk behind me and went unconcious.
I woke up on the floor, just as the interveiwer told the manager that I had come to the interview drunk and had vomited everywhere. (Imagine the bastard blaming it on me!!!) Needless to say, I gathered myself of the floor, stomped up to the interviewer and promptly told him to "F*ck off".
Hmmmm.....anyone wonder if I got the job? (If you think I even wanted it, poke yourself in the eye!!)
(Tue 25th Jan 2005, 6:23, More)