What was the worst phone job interview you've ever had?

Updated on : January 21, 2022 by Grady Reilly



What was the worst phone job interview you've ever had?

I did remote audio / screen sharing with a former Google employee who was starting a new business and wanted to interview me. Even the call itself, I was led to believe it was a casual call to "get to know you." He was sick and was taking some cold medicine when the call started, but he had already put off the call once and didn't want to reschedule it a second time.

The call immediately turned into a heated technical conversation and he began launching a complex programming challenge that I hadn't prepared for. No problem, I started talking about my design and he interrupted me several times during my thought process. Weird, but it's okay. I started with a pseudocode (basically writing the structure of the software code in a very English-like way) and interrupted more telling me that I was not taking a good approach. I explained that that was the point of the verbal and the pseudocode: start with a rough design and refine it before writing actual code. He continued to interrupt, but I settled on what I thought was going to be an acceptable design.

I lost count of how many times the guy interrupted me in the middle of a sentence, or told me my design was bad, and then wrote me a "review" telling me how horrible he thought I was as a software developer. I wrote to him again telling him that even if I had "passed" there would be no way I would want to work for him if he were to micromanage me during an interview, and that his constant interruption interview style was not an environment that just anyone would want to work for.

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.

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