Have you ever been in an interview just for fun?

Updated on : December 6, 2021 by Felipe Collier



Have you ever been in an interview just for fun?

There are many of them, including some of my family and friends, who have not yet landed a suitable job through an interview. As I am aware of this, I do not like to simply take an interview if I am not looking to turn it into an employment opportunity.

But with that said, for bargaining purposes, I sit down for a couple of companies to assess which one is right for me. But never for fun :)

Yes !

I did an MBA in RR.

I passed all the rounds and got the best package placement in Marketing!

It was super surprising for me and overwhelming at the same time that I just wanted to experience what that interview would be like and if I can make it to the last round to make it good practice for me.

I got the job that didn't interest me!

It was really fun, but then I realized that I had taken the opportunity of whoever was really looking for that job.

Sometimes it is better to leave an interview before it begins.

I applied for a Retail Sales Professional position at a Comcast store. After going through the first layers of hoops, the recruiter arranged an interview for me.

I arrived at the store 15 minutes before my scheduled interview with two copies of my resume as indicated in the interview confirmation email. I immediately checked in with a representative at the first customer service desk, and he entered my name into the computer and advised me to sit in the waiting area. At approximately 11:54 am, a young man in ag

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Sometimes it is better to leave an interview before it begins.

I applied for a Retail Sales Professional position at a Comcast store. After going through the first layers of hoops, the recruiter arranged an interview for me.

I arrived at the store 15 minutes before my scheduled interview with two copies of my resume as indicated in the interview confirmation email. I immediately checked in with a representative at the first customer service desk, and he entered my name into the computer and advised me to sit in the waiting area. At approximately 11:54 a.m., a young man in a gray shirt and tie emerged from the secured area at the back of the store as he shook the manager's hand and smiled. The door closed behind him, the young man left, and I kept waiting. At 12:20 pm, no one had come to speak to me, so I walked to the front of the store and spoke with omitted, the person named in the recruiter's email as a potential interviewer. I told him that I had been waiting since 11: 45am and no one had come to speak to me. and claimed it was because they were interviewing someone else at the time. I asked him, "You mean the young man in the gray shirt and tie who has already left?" He looked at me quite confused and said he would go check it out. He entered the secured area at the back of the store and came out again a little over a minute later, hastily saying, "They're about to call you back." Then I waited another 3 minutes. At that point I felt that they had forgotten me, which indicated that they must have hired someone for the position, that they were not properly following their schedule, or that the scheduled interview with me was simply not important to them. I felt disrespected, that my time and efforts were wasted, and I left, politely advising omitted that " I am canceling the interview at this time. Thanks."

I found this experience disrespectful considering the effort I had put into preparing for the interview and properly following the recruiter's. Also, I found experience to be an indication that there may be some issues with management within that location that would make it a problematic workplace. I was not greeted when I entered the store, and although I was very polite, friendly and positive, my pleasant demeanor was not reciprocated and I left feeling as if my presence was a burden to everyone who interacted.

In the 47 minutes that I was in that store, not a single employee initiated contact with me. It was like he was a ghost. I can't imagine it's easy to miss a 6'2 "blonde woman in professional business attire in a small store full of people in casual attire. I never saw a single employee smile.

To put this experience into perspective, imagine if I had been hired at this store (or any other employer) and I was 15 minutes late for my scheduled shift, and the only excuse I provided was, "I didn't know I was supposed to be here", or "I forgot my schedule." This would absolutely result in disciplinary action at any place of employment, up to and including termination. My suspicion is that the manager of that store would not tolerate such carelessness, unprofessional delay and negligence on the part of his staff.

I have over 20 years of customer service and security experience, most of it in high stress situations. One thing that all those years of experience taught me is that what I experienced and observed in that store was anything but professional.

In the end, it was probably a fake interview anyway. Companies have to interview so many outsiders for a job, even when they've already chosen someone from the inside before the ad was placed.

If the interviewer makes you wait more than 15 minutes, especially without even bothering to tell you that there is some kind of delay (such as a run-down meeting or a major problem with the client), just walk away. They are wasting your time and it is a strong indicator that the place is managed like land and that it will be treated like garbage.

How do you provide employment references if you have not worked for 10 years (by choice)?

well, there are possibilities. You are going to have to be creative.

I was at a job interview once AND they looked at my resume and said, “Why is there a job gap…? here between this time period ”.

The reason they asked that, I found out was to make sure you weren't in a place where you should be…. Like in jail, in jail for a period of 10 years. I understand?

Now I have met and met people who:

  1. he took a year off to cycle around the world; yes i met this british / english husband and wife who did that.
  2. either took time or
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How do you provide employment references if you have not worked for 10 years (by choice)?

well, there are possibilities. You are going to have to be creative.

I was at a job interview once AND they looked at my resume and said, “Why is there a job gap…? here between this time period ”.

The reason they asked that, I found out was to make sure you weren't in a place where you should be…. Like in jail, in jail for a period of 10 years. I understand?

Now I have met and met people who:

  1. he took a year off to cycle around the world; yes i met this british / english husband and wife who did that.
  2. or took time off to pursue a higher education or MBA / JD. (I've done this) and that was my answer; I took a year off to get my MBA. And the answer was satisfactory and I got the job.
  3. or took time off to care for a loved one. (I have done that)
  4. Now, in today's world, it seems like everyone is running the Department of Justice (DOJ) and (FBI-Freaking Bureau of Idiots, for example, James Comey, Andrew McCabe) or what in California we call Live background checks. -Scan.
  5. Or you could say that you had an internet home business from Ebay. My sister did that as a stay at home mom for 15 years. He bought and sold on eBay to supplement his income. She quit a lucrative $ 350,000-a-year job to become a homemaker when she married a doctor.
  6. The Monk and the Riddle: The Education of a Silicon Valley Entrepreneur

by Randy Komisar, Kent Lineback

The monk and the riddle

This lawyer and entrepreneur took a year off with some friends to ride his motorcycle around the world or Asia. The book is quite good and covers his travels through Asia and his encounter with the Monk and the Riddler, as well as his role in Silicon Valley as a venture capitalist venture capitalist.

As you can see…. you have to be creative.

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The job sounded great.

They were interviewing me to manage training in a 5-star hotel.

The preparation for the interview was perfect.

They booked my flight. A driver met me at baggage claim. Bottled water and a black folder with my interview schedule and a welcome note were waiting in the car.

At the hotel, the staff was waiting for me. They assigned me a beautiful room on the patio. Inside my suite was a tray of fruit and cheese along with a handwritten thank you card next to it.

I was excited about this job.

Then I went to the interview ...


There were four interviews in total.

The first three interviews went well. I liked

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The job sounded great.

They were interviewing me to manage training in a 5-star hotel.

The preparation for the interview was perfect.

They booked my flight. A driver met me at baggage claim. Bottled water and a black folder with my interview schedule and a welcome note were waiting in the car.

At the hotel, the staff was waiting for me. They assigned me a beautiful room on the patio. Inside my suite was a tray of fruit and cheese along with a handwritten thank you card next to it.

I was excited about this job.

Then I went to the interview ...


There were four interviews in total.

The first three interviews went well. I liked the team, my future boss and the people who would be training.

The day ended with the president and two vice presidents.

Fifteen minutes later, it was over.

They came in late together, laughing and talking. Don't worry, these things happen and they were having a good time ... great. I said hi. "They didn't reply and continued. Don't worry, sometimes people get caught in the moment. They sat together at the end of the table, awkwardly away from me. Don't worry, they probably have their" place. "

They ignored me for five more minutes, weird, but whatever. I leaned forward, arms on the table, and tried to participate.

Finally, the president looked at me, peering out of the back of his black-rimmed glasses, as if a high school principal was questioning me about smoking in the bathroom.

He rummaged through some papers, studied them for a second, and asked:

President: "So tell me, what was it like to work in the manufacturing industry?"

I do not know. I've never worked in manufacturing. "

President: More paperwork. "Ah, okay. What's your name? Again?"

Me: "Matt"

President: "Matt, tell me where you worked."

Me: briefly explained my relevant work experience in luxury services

President: "Hmmmmm"

Then VP 1 chimed in. He felt it was his job to make sure I knew he was a vice president, you know, the kind that wears it as a badge of honor.

Vice President 1: "It says here you went to a university I had never heard of."

Me: "You're looking at the wrong resume."

Vice President 1: “Okay. So why should we hire you? "

Me: "Because ... blah, blah, blah ..."

This turned out to be a Mickey Mouse interview in which top management reads about the CIA interview techniques in Inc Magazine and decides to try them out in the real world.

VP 2 decides that it is his turn.

Vice President 2: "So Brandon, you said ..."

You got to be kidding.

Me: "My name is Matt."

I don't know what was said after that. I didn't care.I closed my folder and mentally checked.

Fortunately, my friend and his wife lived in the area and rescued me. I left the hotel the day before, canceled the return car service, left my luggage in his condo, and headed out for Tilapia stuffed with crab… or whatever.

Then I flew home the next day, emailed the hotel, and broke up with them.

Air miles? Check. Swanky hotel? Check. To go out with a friend? Check.

Pay with cash, credit or check?

No thanks.

In fact, I came out of an interview, it was not for a job but for an internship. Still, it is considered a ride.

I was in the second year of my bachelor's degree when I got a call from a startup for an internship interview.

The interview was scheduled for 6 in the afternoon for the following day. The place of the interview was about an hour and a half from my place. The company receptionist / HR called me 3 times (not sure) just to remind me not to be late.

So I got to her 10 minutes early. Then came 2 more candidates who had been summoned. Around 6 pm the wait began, the receptionist asked

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In fact, I came out of an interview, it was not for a job but for an internship. Still, it is considered a ride.

I was in the second year of my bachelor's degree when I got a call from a startup for an internship interview.

The interview was scheduled for 6 in the afternoon for the following day. The place of the interview was about an hour and a half from my place. The company receptionist / HR called me 3 times (not sure) just to remind me not to be late.

So I got to her 10 minutes early. Then came 2 more candidates who had been summoned. Around 6pm the wait started, the receptionist asked us to wait.

She didn't have the courtesy to tell us what the procedure was, how long it would take, or anything.

The wait started at 6, it was 6.30 when I asked when the interview would begin. To this, she replied very rudely, saying how she would know, but wasn't it her job to know? His response was filled with arrogance as he responded as if he was doing me a favor by telling me that.

I decided to get out of the interview because I knew I couldn't work with such arrogant people. This was just the receptionist who was full of arrogance. Now imagine what the staff would be like working here. Leave the staff alone, how arrogant would the top management (which I ran into later that day) would be.

It was 6.40 when I decided to leave, I started to go down and just outside the building there was a group of people smoking and making jokes with each other. A boy from that group asked if I was there for an interview, I answered affirmatively, to this he asked me why I was leaving then.

I did not know that he was one of the directors of the firm and my interview was scheduled with him.

To his question I replied: "Why should I answer to you?" In that second he felt like he was pissed off at something. And he told me that he was the director and that he was taking the interview.

We had such a great first meeting, then I realized that I was standing there even when I went upstairs, which was an hour ago.

I asked him what time the interview was scheduled.

To which he replied at 6pm.

'And what time is it now?' Crossing

'6.45pm', he replied without a sense of pain or understanding.

'Do you realize that you are late for an interview for which candidates have received three reminders to be on time?' I let go.

To which he responded very casually by saying "itna to chalta hai". which means that this amount of waiting is bearable.

He was such a relentless asshole. I understood that he wouldn't understand what he was trying to explain, so I decided to make a move.

As I was leaving, I remembered a Mark Twain quote.

"Never argue with idiots, they will come down to their level and then they will beat you by experience."

That is exactly what had happened.

The idiot did not realize the value of time.

Considering the trip, that idiot had successfully wasted 4 hours on average from everyone present at the interview.

A great first impression of both the company and himself.

I would never have worked in a company where people did not know the value of time. So I decided to leave the interview.

Suggestions are welcome.

What was the most dangerously stupid thing you did in an interview?

Thanks for A2A Himaksh Bisht.

You know, as a recruiter and after being a hiring manager, I usually don't do those things. In general, I come across as nice, personable, and likeable.

But some time ago I was invited to a final interview. It was a job he really wanted as he was working as a contractor at the time, but this role was that of a full time employee. However, in the days leading up to the interview, she was having a terrible case of insomnia, perhaps 2 hours a night, and it was despite using sleeping medications.

Finally me

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What was the most dangerously stupid thing you did in an interview?

Thanks for A2A Himaksh Bisht.

You know, as a recruiter and after being a hiring manager, I usually don't do those things. In general, I come across as nice, personable, and likeable.

But some time ago I was invited to a final interview. It was a job he really wanted as he was working as a contractor at the time, but this role was that of a full time employee. However, in the days leading up to the interview, she was having a terrible case of insomnia, perhaps 2 hours a night, and it was despite using sleeping medications.

Finally, in a haze of frustration the afternoon before the interview, I called my wife and presented my crazy idea: let's get crushed tonight.

She was horrified. But I explained that all the remedies to relieve insomnia were unsuccessful. Alcohol is a well-known depressant, so if consumed in quantity, it would have a soporific effect. The interview was scheduled for 5:00 pm so that he would give me all day to recover.

So there was a good amount of alcohol.

I got the job.

I once went to this interview without any preparation. I ran over to read some hot interview questions and answers online.

I passed the written exam easily. But in my interview, the person I was interviewing started asking questions that are pretty basic for someone who is thorough on the subject and has the experience that I mentioned on my resume.

Question after question, I stumbled. Instead of moving on to a more difficult or different question, he began asking even simpler questions. I started bumping into them too.

Finally, he asked, "Can you tell me the volume of this room we're sitting in?"

I looked around. Them

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I once went to this interview without any preparation. I ran over to read some hot interview questions and answers online.

I passed the written exam easily. But in my interview, the person I was interviewing started asking questions that are pretty basic for someone who is thorough on the subject and has the experience that I mentioned on my resume.

Question after question, I stumbled. Instead of moving on to a more difficult or different question, he began asking even simpler questions. I started bumping into them too.

Finally, he asked, "Can you tell me the volume of this room we're sitting in?"

I looked around. The meeting room had four sides, but it was not a perfect cube. Next, it had a curved wall. So, I asked him, "Sir, without a tape, how would you measure it?"

He said, "Just a guess, can you give me a rough estimate?"

I was already nervous. I said, “For example, sir, if the width is 10 feet, the height is 12 feet, and the length is 10 feet, the volume would be 1200 cubic feet. foot"

Then he got up, shook my hand, and asked me to wait at the reception.

I got a call from HR, which is not selected and can go away. That day, I felt very angry inside. I was insulted, but I didn't understand why.

When you asked this question, now I can understand why.

Basically, he rejected me from the first question. But he went ahead to ask even simpler questions to verify my position. At last, he sarcastically asked the question about the volume. The question I really wanted to say was… “Ankit, if you can't find a volume for this room without a tape, how do you expect me to select you without giving any answers? In other words, how can you even think of attending an interview with such preparation? "

Oh God yeah And I had known him for years.

To make it creepier, he was the father of a boy I went to high school with!

It's going to be difficult to write this without exposing who he is, so I'm going to cheat here and there.

As a freelance writer / editor, I have been asked to write newsletters for local clubs. My (permanent volunteer job is to edit the Boston Mineral Club news, but I'm on the board and I have nothing but great respect for everyone involved).

However, some clubs are quirky. A local club involving horses hired me to produce their newsletter. He barely paid, but part of the reason I found out

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Oh God yeah And I had known him for years.

To make it creepier, he was the father of a boy I went to high school with!

It's going to be difficult to write this without exposing who he is, so I'm going to cheat here and there.

As a freelance writer / editor, I have been asked to write newsletters for local clubs. My (permanent volunteer job is to edit the Boston Mineral Club news, but I'm on the board and I have nothing but great respect for everyone involved).

However, some clubs are quirky. A local club involving horses hired me to produce their newsletter. He barely paid, but part of the reason I found out was that my friend's father from high school was the president. He had (and has) a horse farm nearby.

He was also the president of a high-profile entertainment company that everyone knew. I really wanted a job there, part of the reason I took on this annoying task was maybe to get a job for this company. It would be a great career change, very high visibility!

This president, I'll call him Bill, seemed like the nicest guy, and he gave me full use of his company's computers and printers to do the newsletter. This also helped me with his monthly article "Message from the President"; we would meet briefly, he would write the article, and then we would review it to make sure it was what he wanted it to say. (He wasn't a writer and he didn't have time anyway.)

The front desk clerks were put off because I used the office for "the boss's hobby" (I heard him mutter), particularly when I used the company's postal machine. The VP of Finance spat at me: "Who pays for this postage?" I asked him to talk to Bill and he stormed off. I heard a lot of low tones around me. What the hell is your problem? Bill is probably covering the cost of the newsletter as office expenses and they don't like it. Oh well they're just being nosy, ignore them.

I spoke to Bill about this several times. I also told him that if I had openings available for a personnel job, I would like to apply. They paid well, and I didn't really blame others for being there, as I assumed they considered me an outsider.

One month, he was having problems. There was a club event and I had all these photos with people I didn't know. It was getting very late so I called Bill at my desk so he could sort the photos with the names on my computer screen.

Bill said give it a minute. It was now 5:10 and people were leaving. I admit I was anxious too; at the time he was married with a young son and had to cook dinner.

Bill then dropped into an empty office chair and rolled it next to mine to look at my screen. "Okay, what do you have here?"

It was too close; he actually rolled his chair against mine for them to touch, and stretched his legs next to mine under the desk. I decided that he was just my friend and considered myself someone with whom he could feel comfortable. In fact, I was flattered, as it was a bit of a stuffed shirt when your staff was there.

I was reaching out to type names on my keyboard when his manager yelled that he was leaving and that he would lock us up. "That's fine thanks!" the Scream.

Then he put his arm on the back of my chair. He praised me for everything I did for the club.

"Hurry up, hurry up" I thought, I didn't feel good about this; it was very close for convenience.

And maybe it would fit here ... suggested I bring my resume "next time". "You know she's not very good at her job," he said, nodding at the manager's empty desk. I've wanted to make some changes around here. "

"Well, does this seem correct?" I begged, all the names were written. "I need to make dinner, but I can finish this tomorrow."

"Oh, I guess so." He said as he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard! Not above my knee, as a friend would, but higher. A little too close to the "danger zone". “You know, you are very good at this, you are very good at the computer. I can't understand this show at all. "

I will admit here and now that I was very smart. Instead of sassy ass or tit grabbing, he could plausibly deny any sexual motive by saying he just touched my knee.

I have to go home and make dinner for my husband. "I tried to be polite, I really didn't know what to do.

Of all the men on the planet, he seemed the last to ever do anything. And I met his son. Through the company I met his daughter, grandson, son-in-law and his wife. I looked at him like he was an uncle. We would talk about his son and our high school antics from time to time! He met my parents!

I turned off the computer and got up. “I really have to go, sorry! Dinner you know! I stammered. At just the right moment, he moved his hand down so it was on my knee, and he playfully slapped it like we were old drinking buds. Nothing but a good platonic office talk here!

I never came back. I called the manager and asked him about Bill's schedule. I arranged to return when he was in one of his daily meetings in the upstairs conference room. He couldn't see me when I printed the file, affixed the address labels, and ran it through the postal machine.

"Thank you very much Sue!" I told the manager. He knew he would never see her again. I ran out the door and got in the car.

Later, I emailed Bill. I explained to her that her daughter really wanted to do the newsletter from now on and since she was overwhelmed by work, I felt it would be a good idea for her to take over.

(Her daughter had told me for over a year that she would be doing the newsletter, when she learned the software. Nothing like on-the-job training to please her dad!)

I never saw Bill again, or anyone in his family. While it wasn't outright sexual abuse, I was shocked and realized that I should never judge a book by its cover. Anyone, male or female, could be sexually inappropriate and watch out for those little red flags.

In hindsight, it seems to me that the staff knew things that I didn't, which is why they acted strangely around me. Either they were assuming that I was sleeping with him, or at least, I think they saw him as "grooming" me; even though he was very professional.

ETA: the question was about a job interview. The situation was that I was looking for a job for my "good friend" and he was looking for something else. If I hadn't turned him down, I'd be making a good chunk of money working for him, for a while anyway. I think he was exposing the choice to me, so to speak.

Kind of: let me explain …………

30 years ago I had applied for a job as an air traffic controller at a small regional airport on the south coast of England.

At this point in my career, I had been working for three years at a much busier airport 70 miles from the coast, but was looking for a change of location to a place closer to home.

The airport I applied to was less crowded, but I didn't work nights and with a young family this was a better option for me. My current airport had two tarmac runways at right angles to each other and a mix of traffic from a two-seat coach to large passenger jets and civilian air conditioning.

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Kind of: let me explain …………

30 years ago I had applied for a job as an air traffic controller at a small regional airport on the south coast of England.

At this point in my career, I had been working for three years at a much busier airport 70 miles from the coast, but was looking for a change of location to a place closer to home.

The airport I applied to was less busy but didn’t work nights and with a young family this was a better option for me. My current airport had two tarmac runways at right angles to each other and a mix of traffic from two seat trainer to large airliners as well as civil aircraft flown by civil pilots on military contracts to military rules! The new airport had one concrete and one grass runway both of which were much shorter than my airport. They also had much less traffic but it was a more challenging environment in terms of airspace.

The airport I applied to was managed by three local councils: one was responsible for the infrastructure, one for the administration and the third one for HR.

The first two weren’t a problem but the third was a properly lefty, right on, politically correct wannabe hipster council.

At the interview were the SATCO (senior controller /manager), the UTO (training officer) and a lady from the council hr department.

The SATCO started the interview and asked some general questions before handing over to the UTO and this is where I started to think that maybe I didn’t want the job after all. He was making a big deal of things that as far as I was concerned were no big issue like cross runways operations and speed differentials between aircraft: things that I did every day.

As we progressed through the training programme and other activities I had fairly much made my mind up that this was not for me.

Then came HR!

The lady was wearing a stereotypical (at the time) white 3/4 length sleeve t-shirt under blue cotton dungarees and Birkenstock sandals ( it’s funny the things that stick in your mind ) and after a few admin questions she let rip. The questions were revealing a distinct left wing bias that was making me very uncomfortable.

Now, before having a go at me, you need to know that while politically I’m slightly right of Ghengis Khan I strongly believe in diversity and tolerance. My best friend at school in Manchester came from Sri Lanka and my sons are married to Pakistani sisters of whom I could not be more proud. My grandparents were French, Maltese, Scottish and English and I have family all over the world. I have friends who are gay and transgender and I make no differentiation with anyone. I firmly believe in live and let live and find it impossible to hold a grudge.

Anyway back to the story.

HR lady was asking questions that I clearly didn’t give answers to that she wanted to hear. She was clearly trying to bash the government for failings in the councils ridiculous policies and when I wouldn’t agree with her she got more and more wound up.

The SATCO obviously realised what was happening and sat there happily grinning as this HR numpty failed to realise that I was now winding her up deliberately!

Eventually she said “We are an equal opportunities employer.. Would you have problems working with women, ethnic minorities etc?”

lounging back in my chair I looked not at her but to one side and trying not to laugh said with as patronising an air as possible, “listen love, I don’t care if they are a black, lesbian single mother in a wheelchair; as long as they’re qualified and competent I’ll work with anyone “

The SATCO at this point had literally stuffed his hand into his mouth to stop himself laughing out loud!

“Well I never…….” Started the HR lady turning purple, as the UTO, having seen his boss unable to speak, said “right, thanks Andy. If you’d like to come with me” before she could finish. I stood up, said thank you to the SATCO who still couldn’t speak properly and left the room.

I saw the SATCO later in his office and having thanked me for coming said “I guess you’ve changed your mind about the job”

“Yeeaahh” I replied “I think I would be too frustrated with the peripheral stuff “

“I don’t blame you; HR do my head in too!”

I left the building but remained friends with the SATCO until he retired and even suggested various people to him as new employees; most of whom he employed.

The interviewee proclaimed himself a "subject matter expert" in a thorny area of ​​the California Education Code. I asked a very complex question and received a simple and completely wrong answer. I thanked the interviewee and went on to the next question. The interviewee looked at me and said: "I nailed it, didn't I?" I said, "Wrong." I gave the correct answer and the interviewee challenged me with: “Well, I am the expert; What do you know? "I directed the next panelist to ask the following question. I couldn't wait for it to finish. The worst part. The interviewee knew that I was the senior human resources executive and, if

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The interviewee proclaimed themself a “subject expert” in a thorny area of California Education Code. I asked a very complex question and received a simple, completely wrong answer. I thanked the interviewee and went to move on to the next question. The interviewee looked at me and said, “I nailed it, right?”. I said, “Wrong”. I gave the correct answer and the interviewee challenged me with, “Well, I’m the expert; what do you know?”. I instructed the next panelist to ask the next question. Couldn’t wait for it to be over. Worst part. The interviewee knew I was the senior HR executive and, if they were hired, would have been their boss’s, boss’s boss!

I often bring a backpack with me to interviews and I often get the position. My backpack is a North Face Computer Backpack which looks professional, and I may have things in that backpack I need for the interview, including my laptop, sample work, documents etc.

So yes, bring a backpack if you want. If the recruiter rejects you because of it, it means that they are a small petty person who employs small petty people and you probably don’t want to be there.

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