<p>some of these people should be reported</p>
<p>My Mom laughs about the grad school interview she scheduled weeks in advance and the guy (who would have been her main professor) didn’t show up. After about an hour the secretary called him. He showed up about a half hour later, spent about 5 min with her because he had class, and berated her for asking for an interview when Univ of “x” didn’t require an interview for this particular grad program. She was accepted but declined the offer and wrote a personal note to the department head explaining why she chose “H”…Years laer she had a job interview where another guy kept her waiting for an hour, then he was going on and on about some completely irrelevant project and she just got up, put on her coat and said I dont think we have a meeting of the minds here…and walked out. (Mom says Lifes too short to just sit there) I think it gets a lot rougher the older you get… oh this is another great interview story…a friend of my dads was an architecture professor…(and this is true…he is the one who told us the story) …who had flunked a particular notalent bad attitude final year student who also never completed a project. this student had to repeat his last semester because of this failing grade. a few years later this professor (who is also a practicing professional) went to the city permitting office to have some plans reviewed by staff and approved. He rolled out the plans…was sitting at the table …waiting for the city beaurocrat…sitting…sitting…waitng…and who comes out from the other end of the room to review the plans but the former notalent student …big grin…the professor just stood up, rolled up the plans and walked back to the outer office to make another appointment.</p>
<p>My first real job interview was right out of graduate school. I interviewed for a school psychologist job in a rural school district. Now, I am a punctuality freak and directionally-impaired so I left for the interview hours in advance. I was super early so I headed to the nearby Dairy Queen for a diet coke. Right before leaving the Dairy Queen I headed into the bathroom to check my makeup, etc. I put my full, large diet coke cup on the hand dryer mounted to the wall. I bent down to readjust my panty hose and as I stood up I hit my head on the hand dryer causing my diet coke to catapult off the dryer and land right on the front of my dress. I was frantic, trying to clean up my light yellow dress and dry it under the hand dryer. I got myself cleaned up as best I could but I had a huge light brown stain on my dress from the waist down and a monstrous headache. I thought seriously about just going home, but thought what the heck.</p>
<p>I entered the superintendent’s office with my briefcase clutched in front of my dress. I then interviewed with the superintendent with my briefcase in my lap. He must not have noticed or decided I wasn’t a nut because he offered me the job.</p>
<p>Most bizarre interview outfit: dungaree jumper, turtleneck, striped knee sox and clogs-- I was interviewing to be a student employee in the dean’s office. I knew I was going to be interviewed by the current student employee and I had seen him with his then girlfriend at a party a few years earlier-- and both my roommate and I remembered that this is what she had been wearing…Outcome: not only a job, but also a husband!!</p>
<p>Most painful interview: Radcliffe. I had never driven in Boston or Cambridge but it was a Thursday and my mother had to go to the salon (imagine) so I drove in from the suburbs, in the snow, and somehow managed to get all the way to Harvard Square before I got seriously lost. By the time I made it to the interview, I was in tears. The kindly interviewer asked if I wanted to reschedule, but we plowed through with a discussion centered around our respective mothers. Outcome: thank goodness I wasn’t accepted or there never would have been the story above!!!</p>
<p>I’ll share my dreadful Yale interview story. It was an on campus interview
with a grad student who was working part time in admissions. Yale was my dream school. Everytime I was burdened with work, I figured, if I get into Yale it will all be worth it. The interviewer came in and said" What really excited you? How do you spend your time outside of class?" And I told him I was into theater. He said “Do you act?” And I said “Yes” He said, “What roles have you played?” And I answered with a nice list of musical theater leading roles, school and community theater stuff. He said, “Here at Yale we’re interested in real theater, not that musical crap.” And I said, "Oh really, there’s a poster for “Guys and Dolls” on the other side of your door. We glared at each other and it was all down hill from there. True story- word for word. I refused to even apply which I guess was a pretty immature knee-jerk response. But I ended up at Dartmouth and had 4 of the happiest years and met my wonderful husband.</p>
<p>I’ll tell a minor story from the other end. I was asked to interview a prospective employee. She came in, promptly closed my door behind her. I immediately had my hackles up - closing my own door to my own office has always struck me as my option, not my visitor’s. So already I’m making a mental note that this person is too pushy. As she sat down - before being asked - I was riveted: She was wearing glasses. Big, thick-rimmed, bright green glasses with black spots. It was hard to look her in the eyes, since the bright green frames were so distracting. She started asking me questions almost before we exchanged pleasantries, and took control of the conversation. By this time, I was so put off by her manner that I let her take control, as my interest was waning anyway. By the time she had mentioned her famous husband - or maybe it was the 4th or 5th time she mentioned her famous husband - I was glancing longingly at my paperwork, which was suddenly looking more inviting than it had looked all morning. </p>
<p>But then she unbuttoned her jacket. Her blouse was several sizes too small, and all I could see was this huge, gaping space between two very stressed-out buttons, where the two sides of the blouse did not meet. A white bra, and several rolls of pasty white flesh appeared to be her major fashion accessories. The buttons were under so much pressure it appeared she had several sharp <'s, with the buttons at the point of the <, holding on with several threads. I was horrified and fascinated by the idea that one of her buttons might give way in the middle of her (my?) interview. It would have sprung off the blouse with considerable force, and I kept thinking, What a way to die - hit in the temple by a button traveling at warp speed. Would it be ruled manslaughter, or act of God? By this time, my mind had so wandered from the interview that I lost all notion of the topic she was droning on about. Probably her husband. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but couldn’t stop thinking - What would happen if that middle button suddenly twanged across the room. And her famous husband - 7th mention - How had he escaped death by button?</p>
<p>Finally the interview ended. I walked her out to the head of HR. After HR interviewed her, the head of HR walked back into my office, and asked me what I thought. I just looked at her. And she said, “Yeah, that was my opinion too.” </p>
<p>Now I wonder, what did the interviewee feel were the reasons she did not get the job?</p>
<p>…Her career was hanging by a thread?</p>
<p>marite - as my son would say, hehehe. good one.</p>
<p>i have a bad college interview story!</p>
<p>i first decided to apply to cornell after visiting with my best friend. being from upstate ny, a lot of kids look at and end up going to cornell. my friend ended up getting into brown early, and i was left applying by myself. at that point, i wasn’t too serious about it, and decided to opt out of the interview process. however, there was an alumnus that lived a few neighborhoods over from me, and he kept calling my house asking why i wasn’t doing an interview. so i decided to. we set up a date and time, and it was to take place at his house.</p>
<p>so i show up at his house on a very snowy, cold evening, and it looks as if no one is home. i ring the doorbell, no answer. i ring it again, no answer. i try calling his house, no answer. i left a message, and after standing for 20 mins in the cold i decided i had done all i could. the next morning i received a call, and he apologized profusely but didn’t really offer an excuse. we then rescheduled.</p>
<p>the next week i showed up to his house, and AGAIN no one is home! i repeated the same thing… called his house, stayed for 20 mins in the cold… and left. i was pretty ****ed. again, i got a call apologizing, and no excuse. i decided to give him one more chance, for fear that if i didn’t, he would somehow have the ability to reject me (i now know that interviewers really don’t have that kind of power). so i show up again the next week, and he’s actually there. we discuss my stats, and he keeps telling me how i am an exceptional candidate, my scores were above average, my extra-curriculars were good, and pretty much, more or less, told me that i was a “shoe-in” without using those words. I left thinking I had nothing to worry about it.</p>
<p>I was rejected.</p>
<p>Getting rejected wasn’t even that bad… the only thing i was truly angry about was that I wasted so much time worrying about my interview with that guy! Although I know he is not representative of cornell alumni, that experience certainly didn’t leave me with a positive impression.</p>