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More from Legion’s file of Bad Interviews,
I drive out to a well known NorthEastern Academic center
in Pennsylvania for an interview.
I am to meet with three individuals.
Separately.
The first asks about goals and aspirations,
I knock it out of the park.
The second asks about socialized medicine,
I hadn’t formulated much on that subject by that
time but I was a great story teller, so I made up
alot of crap that sounded good. mostly based on
reading the NY Times. That one went well.
The last interview is a big name. Notices I have
interests besides science. We go off on a friendly discussion of 20th century art.
He mentions Ferdinand Leger.
I have no clue. Seems I had a gap between
Picaso, Klee and Kandinski.
He tells me, he’s surprised since he counts two
of Leger’s works among his prized art collection.
I’m at a tippity top law firm, getting interviewd by the head of the corporate practice. This guy is a baller. He’s been featured in books about important things. He’s a big deal. And he’ll decide if I get the offer. We start making small talk. I’ll omit lots of details, but it turns out I know some of his family. And when I realize who his family is, it dawns on me that not that long before the interview, at a little Vermont style barn party drunken ho-down I had, I ended up literally in the hay with his niece. I got pretty nervous and stuttery for the rest of the interview.
What’s this with girl on girl hate, Benson? I once saw a Japanese film about a relationship between two girl “friends”, lifelong friends from childhood and they had this insane competitiveness and the title was something to do with Apologize – Urushite (apologize) or urusanai (I am not apologizing) but they were friends who were always on the verge of murdering one another. They would pull one another’s hair and bitch slap one another at strange and inconvenient times. I kind of remember one scene where one of them had the other one’s in a bucket of water for a while. Japanese are kind of nuts, but it was funny, there was a germ of truth to it. I never felt that with my sisters but I did have a flash of that feeling with a coworker who used to refer to herself as “eye candy”.
More from Legion’s file of Bad Interviews,
I drive out to a well known NorthEastern Academic center
in Pennsylvania for an interview.
I am to meet with three individuals.
Separately.
The first asks about goals and aspirations,
I knock it out of the park.
The second asks about socialized medicine,
I hadn’t formulated much on that subject by that
time but I was a great story teller, so I made up
alot of crap that sounded good. mostly based on
reading the NY Times. That one went well.
The last interview is a big name. Notices I have
interests besides science. We go off on a friendly discussion of 20th century art.
He mentions Ferdinand Leger.
I have no clue. Seems I had a gap between
Picaso, Klee and Kandinski.
He tells me, he’s surprised since he counts two
of Leger’s works among his prized art collection.
It’s all down hill from there. :o(
Worst interview I ever had:
I’m at a tippity top law firm, getting interviewd by the head of the corporate practice. This guy is a baller. He’s been featured in books about important things. He’s a big deal. And he’ll decide if I get the offer. We start making small talk. I’ll omit lots of details, but it turns out I know some of his family. And when I realize who his family is, it dawns on me that not that long before the interview, at a little Vermont style barn party drunken ho-down I had, I ended up literally in the hay with his niece. I got pretty nervous and stuttery for the rest of the interview.
Uh-oh…
Looks like the site is broken again.
What’s this with girl on girl hate, Benson? I once saw a Japanese film about a relationship between two girl “friends”, lifelong friends from childhood and they had this insane competitiveness and the title was something to do with Apologize – Urushite (apologize) or urusanai (I am not apologizing) but they were friends who were always on the verge of murdering one another. They would pull one another’s hair and bitch slap one another at strange and inconvenient times. I kind of remember one scene where one of them had the other one’s in a bucket of water for a while. Japanese are kind of nuts, but it was funny, there was a germ of truth to it. I never felt that with my sisters but I did have a flash of that feeling with a coworker who used to refer to herself as “eye candy”.
What, CGar, you liked it better when I was stalking dibs on his birthday weekend?
cgar, looks like you killed the server 🙂
I wonder why there’s no room for ‘comments’ under the ‘Fillmore’ notification 🙂
More bad moments in interviewing:
I walk into a large conference room
with a huge round table and approximately
10 interviewers staring at me.
I take a seat and we exchange pleasantries.
The first interviewer asks me an
academic question.
Basically ignoring
4 years of academic excellence.
I mean what the f*%k are grades for anyway.
I answer:
“Do you have a better question than that for me?”
It’s all down hill from there. :o(