Job Interviews
If it's not the "where do you see yourself in five years time" question, it's the trick questions they throw at you to make them feel superior. Tell us about your worst job interview and the most unsuited candidates you've seen. BTW: Please don't use the question board to send messages to each other. It makes the whole thing unreadable for everyone else.
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If it's not the "where do you see yourself in five years time" question, it's the trick questions they throw at you to make them feel superior. Tell us about your worst job interview and the most unsuited candidates you've seen. BTW: Please don't use the question board to send messages to each other. It makes the whole thing unreadable for everyone else.
( , Thu 20 Jan 2005, 9:51)
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ICI in around 1986....
In those days I harboured an ambition to work as a career bioscientist in a multi-national pharmaceutical company. So I applied for what on retrospect was a fairly menial technical post at the mighty ICI research facility at Audley Edge in Cheshire.
So I was called for an interview which involved overnighting at a hotel near Macclesfield, expenses paid even free food and beer! So far, so good....
In the morning, I was collected by cab to go to the interview, arrived at the relevant building and was duly passed through security and introduced to the guy who'd be my line manager.
He was called Oliver. He was an utter twat.
Over the next 3 hours I was subjected to a battery of practical tests - one of which was so basic and consisted of counting cell colonies on a culture plate - and general grilling. For over an an hour, I had question after question. Each time I answered one, I'd just get to the point when Oliver would butt in with the next question.
In the end, I just said that I didn't think that this was productive and that I thought he was rude and should let me answer his questions without interrruption and that I didn't think we could ever have a productive working relationship.
"Why?" quoth Oliver.
"Because you're a cunt." End of interview.
Funnily I never was invited for interview at ICI again and the job was readvertised in 'New Scientist' with the caveat 'Previous applicants need not apply...'
( , Thu 20 Jan 2005, 10:53, Reply)
In those days I harboured an ambition to work as a career bioscientist in a multi-national pharmaceutical company. So I applied for what on retrospect was a fairly menial technical post at the mighty ICI research facility at Audley Edge in Cheshire.
So I was called for an interview which involved overnighting at a hotel near Macclesfield, expenses paid even free food and beer! So far, so good....
In the morning, I was collected by cab to go to the interview, arrived at the relevant building and was duly passed through security and introduced to the guy who'd be my line manager.
He was called Oliver. He was an utter twat.
Over the next 3 hours I was subjected to a battery of practical tests - one of which was so basic and consisted of counting cell colonies on a culture plate - and general grilling. For over an an hour, I had question after question. Each time I answered one, I'd just get to the point when Oliver would butt in with the next question.
In the end, I just said that I didn't think that this was productive and that I thought he was rude and should let me answer his questions without interrruption and that I didn't think we could ever have a productive working relationship.
"Why?" quoth Oliver.
"Because you're a cunt." End of interview.
Funnily I never was invited for interview at ICI again and the job was readvertised in 'New Scientist' with the caveat 'Previous applicants need not apply...'
( , Thu 20 Jan 2005, 10:53, Reply)
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