tell me about your most embarrassing job interview! - page 2
my friend who is a RN , went for a job interview . the person who was interviewing her asked her , now that you left your last job what would they be saying about you? she said " what do you mean?"... Read More
Jan 16, '13Hygiene I'm sure it was a blessing in disguise. I'm sure other people were uncomfortable around the pervert doctor too but didn't say anything.
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Jan 16, '13I interviewed for a job at a copy shop. At the time, I was having serious sleep problems. When I went for my interview, I'd been awake for 35 hours. I got a large coffee at the shop next door and did the interview. I was appropriately dressed, and acted as professional as I could, but I didn't get the job. Looking back, I probably came off as drunk.
Jan 16, '13This was an interview in which I felt embarrassed FOR the person I was interviewing! First, she came in jeans and a tank top and her hair was tied in a knot on the top of her head, like she'd just gotten out of bed. Strike 1 for first impression! I asked her why she had left her last job after only 3 months. Her response to me was that the DON "had it in for her" because she had missed a few days and it was made a big deal out of because she had really been sick. Strike 2-Attendance problem After we discussed the expectation for attendance, this girl topped it off by telling me that she would really make an effort but sometimes she had trouble with her car and her boyfriend didn't always want to "babysit" their child. Strike 3!! I thanked her for coming but told her I would need someone who could make a commitment and stick to it and invited her to reapply when and if she were able to do that! Talk about what NOT to say at an interview!!
Jan 16, '13Quote from Nascar nurseI think this is hysterical, something that would definitely happen to me!I was the interviewer, interviewing a RN. The lady was middle aged, very polite, professional and was very classy looking in her skirt. I offered to give her a tour of the facility mid interview. She stood up and her slip immediately fell all the way to the ground - pooling around her ankles. Quicker than a blink of an eye she grabbed her slip, threw it in her purse and said "Yea, me! My weight loss plan is working good" and was ready to go on with the tour. She never missed a beat and the entire thing didn't seem to fluster her at all.
What a way to prove you can handle pressure! I hired her that day.
Jan 16, '13This is an old red head friend of mine on her first interview:
Interviewer " of you were a type of food what would you be and why?"
Friend "ummm.....a carrot, cuz they're orange and fluffy"
Jan 16, '13I was having a great interview and two of the buttons on my dress popped off. I did NOT get the job....LOL!
Jan 16, '13After I had been home with my kids for years, I decided to go back to the hospital per diem. I sent in a bunch of resumes and applications. I wasn't hearing back from any places, but I knew that the job market was very different than it was in the past. Finally, I got a phone call from a hospital, asking me to come in for an interview! I had applied to their hospital online, completing the application and attaching a resume. I was thrilled. So, the day comes, and I was totally excited. My parents were watching the kids so I could go on my very firstin years. I was so ready for my "new beginning".
I got there, waited, then took a med calculation test. Finally, I was called in to speak with the HR woman. She began with your standard interview type of questions. Then she starts looking at my paperwork and says, "You haven't worked in 7 years?" I told her that was true, thinking it was strange that she hadn't noticed that on my application or resume. She tells me, "I'm sorry, but they never should have called you in for an interview. You'll need to do a refresher course before we could even consider hiring you." She did seem a bit flustered and embarrassed herself. I don't know how that bit of info escaped everyone's attention.
Anyway, I was absolutely, positively humiliated!! Here I was, all dressed up in my interview clothes. I had been giddy about this interview for days. I felt like such a fool. I gathered up the last scrap of my dignity and went to my car, where I called my husband and burst into tears. Plus, I knew that when I got home, my parents would excitedly be asking how it went... Talk about having your bubble burst!
FWIW, I did end up doing a refresher class, and getting a per diem position at a different hospital. So, all's well that ends well... But I still cringe when I remember that interview.
Jan 16, '13Little known facts about CheesePotato:
I worked in business for....a long time for a major corporation.
I worked there until I went into nursing/healthcare.
I thought I could handle any interview tactic after dealing with the workings of silver tongued business people.
I was wrong.
So here I am in the office of the director of a sleep lab, having had a wonderful interview that eventually devolved into light-hearted casual conversation. The office is decked out in two wing-back chairs used for interviews, etc and the director, we'll call her Pamela, is just coming off a night shift of covering for a tech that was out sick. So the fact that she is now curled up in the chair with a throw across her lap draws little but not remarkable attention.
I glance away for a moment to pluck my coffee cup from the side table and am taking a sip when a low, demonic growl snarls across the room.
"Don't **** me!"
Many of you will know what I mean when I say did a perfect "spit take". One decimated hanky later, I'm gaping like a nest of angry hornets just materialized in the chair across from me. "I beg your pardon?"
And there she sits, perfectly composed, face almost blank. She sighs like she's going to relax more but then hisses, "Don't even think about ******* me over."
And here....here is where the real CheesePotato rears her ugly head, stirred to life by the presence of profanity.
"Not on the first date. And I usually at least buy you a drink first."
: facepalm :
Damnedest thing I've ever experienced.Last edit by Esme12 on Jan 22, '13 : Reason: I think yellow face icons are the work of the devil.
Jan 16, '13Quote from CheesePotatoDear lord, CheesePotato.I glance away for a moment to pluck my coffee cup from the side table and am taking a sip when a low, demonic growl snarls across the room.
"Don't **** me!"
Many of you will know what I mean when I say did a perfect "spit take". One decimated hanky later, I'm gaping like a next of angry hornets just materialized in the chair across from me. "I beg your pardon?"
And there she sits, perfectly composed, face almost blank. She sighs like she's going to relax more but then hisses, "Don't even think about @#$%ing me over."
What on earth was wrong with the woman?
Did she fall asleep and then was dreaming?
Psychotic or what??
I would have high-tailed it outta there.Last edit by Esme12 on Jan 22, '13
Jan 16, '13Quote from ChristineNIsn't that ILLEGAL?My worstwas when the interviewer asked me if I was married or had kids as it is always more difficult to accommodate the schedule needs of nurses with families.
RUN for the door.
Jan 16, '13Quote from CherylRNBSNYes it is. I mistakenly took the job anyway and left 5 months later. Worst job ever
Isn't that ILLEGAL?
RUN for the door.
Jan 16, '13I was fresh out of high school, interviewing for a government clerical position. I'd passed all the tests and stuff, typing, etc., and they seemed surprised that I'd passed and moved on to the actual interview. Turns out I have to inverview with three high level managers at the same time, something I wasn't prepared for. So I walk into the room, trying to act confident, but am incredibly nervous (it was one of my first ever), and sit in the chair they offered me. -IT WAS A SPINNING CHAIR- So you know how the rest of this story goes. They ask me questions. I answer, while unconsiously twisting back and forth in this chair. They ask more questions, with little smiles on their faces. I answer, thinking hey! This might be going pretty well! (still twisting in the chair). Finally, one of them says, "That chair is pretty fun, isn't it?" I stop immediately and turn bright red, realizing that I had been twisting that chair the entire time. I mumbled some yes or no answers to the rest of the questions and hurried out of there as fast as I could. I never heard back from them. Can't imagine why.