Weirdest or Most Memorable Job Interview

When I was in high school I got desperate for cash and went and applied for a million jobs in a shopping pavillion in my city. A cold stone creamery ice cream shop was the first place to call me. I went in the interview, and they had like 7-8 people in the back room of the store for the interview as well. This disgustingly happy and excited young cheerleader type guy and girl came out dressed in their little weirdo getup. They were so ridiculously cheerful and annoying, and they were so damn loud.

"OK EVERYBODY WE'RE GONNA DO SOMETHING! TELL EM WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO CHIP!"

"WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN MELANIE! AS PART OF YOUR INTERVIEW, YOU'RE GONNA PAIR UP WITH A PARTNER....GET TOGETHER AND MAKE UP A SONG AND DANCE ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOOOOOVE ICE CREAM, AND COME UP HERE AND SHOW EVERYBODY WHAT YOU CAME UP WITH!!!!!"

Myself, and 6 other people walked out simultaneously.


Another time, I applied for a video game/comic/t-shirt/music store. I'm pretty knowledgeable about that kind of thing, and I thought it'd be the perfect gig as a 17 year old guy. I walked in, and a creepy dungeons and dragons guy said simply:

"sell me this pen"

and handed me a disposable bic pen.

I left.


I was interviewed for a deputy jailer position by an intimidating large black woman saying things to me like "YOU WILL SEE ALOT OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE DAILY. YOU WILL SEE HOMOSEXUALITY ON A REGULAR BASIS. YOU WILL BE DEALING WITH HOSTILE INMATES. RAPISTS AND MURDERERS. THE MENTALLY ILL. MASTER MANIPULATORS. DRUNKS, AND DRUG ADDICTS COMING OFF THE STREETS. YOU WILL BE EXPOSED TO HEPATITIS C, AIDS, AND OTHER COMMUNICABLE DISEASES. YOU MUST PROTECT YOURSELF AT ALL TIMES. THIS JOB IS NOT FOR EVERYBODY. MOST PEOPLE DONT LAST ONE DAY HERE. ARE YOU STILL INTERESTED IN THE POSITION?

Stayed there a couple of years. Best job I ever had.
 
Forgot this one: In '83 I had been in college for 2 or so years- kinda perplexed with the whole idea; "what am I going to do with my life?" So I go and talk to various & sundry military recriters- took the tests & did fairly well in a couple of disparate disiplines. Having grown up in the Norfolk, VA area, there was NO FUCKING WAY I was going to join the Navy. I saw WAY too much of these guys being fucked with in the college bars- and there was NO FUCKING WAY I was going to do that. Desite the fact that my father's stories of being stationed in Germany in the early 50's were anaglous to him being in prison, I take my test scores to the Army- they promise me everything from language school ( I taught myself to read at age 4 & subsequently went to Gemany & was fluent enough to run bars & work as a tour guide & a radio DJ) to Intel to Airborne & Crypto school (which is a JOKE because I need to take off my shoes to count to 20) and the thing that cinched it was the fact that the recruiting guy was walking around the office in BEDROOM SLIPPERS- there is NO way in this world or any other that I will sign away 4+ years of my life to a man in bedroom slippers. The USMC recruiter (Gunny Evans- a squared-away guy if there ever was one) offered much the same- if not more- but the whole sales pitch came on as a bit too desperate. I was geting laid a great deal without even trying in those days & living kinda large- and truth be said- I didn't want to leave that behind. Story short- went back to college.
Note to recriters- play a little more "hard-to-get".
 
Fresh out of school I was having a hard time finding a job.
I was at a second interview for a job that seemed very good.

I walk in and the guy that was to interview me was a guy
that had been a very bad teacher at the school I just graduated from.
He did not remember me at first,
which was good because I had caused a lot of grief for him by getting
the entire class to sign a petition to get him fired.

After an hour or so he said I was perfect for the job.
Then he started some small talk about the school,
and then he remembered who I was I and I was out the door in minutes.

:cool:
 
I remember in the early 80's applying for maintenance work. At the interview the employer had a toilet and a lamp with associated electrical boxes, wire connectors wire and all the tools to do both plumbing and electrical work.

Little was asked verbally. The interviewer simply asked me to tear the toilet down and rebuild the flush valve with a new diaphram and new flush rods. I was also asked to install the lamp according to code to a sheet of plywood along with tying in the electrical.

I saw the interviewer look at his watch and he said go ahead with the work. I simply said nothing and did the two little test jobs. Afterwards he simply said when can you start. Immediately was my responce. The next day I was on the job until that led on to work in the steam plant in later years.
 
I was interviewing for an engineering position at the company I'm still with. I sat down with the engineering manager and I saw on his desk a Marine Corps plaque with his captains bars attached. He looked at my resume and saw that I was a Navy vet so he asked me about my military experience. After a few minutes of talking, I said, "I tried to join the Marines but they wouldn't accept me. I couldn't squeeze my head into a jar." I don't know why I said that during an interview, but he laughed and I got the job.
 
Back in 1981, I had just gotten out of the Marine Corps and was looking for a job. I was broke and needed a job badly. My Mom recommended I go to the local Job Service, and see if they could help find me a job. I went and they got me an interview at Cerro Copper, here in the St. Louis area. Now, keep in mind that the minimum wage back then was something like $3 an hour. This job I was interviewing for was a laborer job that paid about $9 an hour. I knew I would work my ass off, but for that money, I was more than willing.

The interview was going fine(I thought), and he seemed impressed when he looked over my resume. The next couple of minutes made me wish I was carrying a hidden microphone, because it sure would've come in handy.

The guy looked at me and asked me if I was sure I wanted this job, as it involved really dirty cleanup work. I said, "yes, I want the job". He looked at me again and said that according to my resume, I was waaaay over qualified. I said that I don't care. I need money to feed my family and pay bills. His next words still make me stop and shake my head with disbelief. He then said to me, "well, to be honest with you, we're really looking for somebody Black or Mexican". :eek::confused: WTF, over? If I had a tape recorder running then, I might just own part of the company.
 
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