“My worst job interview was my first-ever to work at an architectural firm. I carefully laid out all the drawings on my bedroom floor, put them into plastic sleeves in a portfolio, then set off.
Halfway through the interview I flipped a page to reveal a curly pubic hair stuck right in the middle of a key drawing.
Nobody mentioned it, but I wasn’t offered a job.”
“I had a video interview with a tech company. So naturally, I only put a shirt and a tie on, comfortably sitting in my boxer briefs in my living room. Half way through the interview, they gave me some tasks to do, so I had to go and get a piece of paper and a pen.
I got up, walked all the way to the other side of my room, came back, and sat down at the computer.
Only after I finished talking to them I realised they’d seen everything.”
“Halfway through, I managed to get my thumb ring stuck in my necklace and had to sit through the rest of the interview with my hand stuck to my neck. It wasn’t too bad until one of the interviewers tried to shake my hand at the end.”
“When I entered the interview room, the director had her feet on the desk, she was being given a pedicure by one of her employees. The pedicure lasted throughout our talk, during which the director said, I have a condo in Florida. Every winter, I invite some of the aides down for a visit. If you’re a good boy, I might ask you.’
Being a good boy, I sought employment elsewhere.‘
“My interview was going too well. Far too well. I had sat there for 55 minutes with them firing questions at me‚ and me firing answers right back. Their nods confirmed it: I was doing really well. I was pretty certain I had the job. They wrapped it up and stood to shake my hand. As I went to stand up myself, I realised that‚ for 55 minutes solid‚ I had sat with my legs crossed, unmoved. Needless to say, I didn’t even make it into a standing position. I crashed head-first into a filing cabinet, my legs still locked in a crossed position.
I didn’t get the job.”
“I interviewed a very nervous chap who had a terrible interview. It was embarrassing for all concerned, really. He got up to leave the room and by accident opened the wrong door, walked right in to the stationary cupboard. The panel sat waiting for him to emerge, and when he didn’t, my colleague went to investigate. The poor man was so mortified by what had happened, he was trying to climb out the window rather than go back in.”
“Went to the loo in the disabled toilet.
Pulled the string thinking it was the flush rather than the alarm.
Every employee arrived to help me.
Worst day of my life.”
“I had been ‘testing’ the bouncy castle at my daughter’s birthday party when it all went horribly wrong. So I was still suffering from a hefty concussion the next day at my job interview, of which I have no memory whatsoever. But I was offered the job and did accept.
“The (nearly hour long torture) interview was awkward enough… But when I was walking out, I forgot how heavy the door leading into the room was.
I go to open it, and I basically shut the door on half of my body. So, I’m halfway inside the room and halfway in the hallway.
My gut reaction was to scream, “OH GOD! THIS IS THE END!””
“I left really early for an interview and got dressed in half-light. When I entered the room, I sat down and crossed my legs, only to find that I had one black and one blue stocking. I was mortified, thought I’d styled it out. After the interview, I went into bathroom and had a large black handprint on my face, courtesy of good old-fashioned Guardian newsprint.”