Got absolutely frazzled from head to toe on the beach immediately before getting my flight home from Primavera one year. Had previously set up a graduate interview for the next day as it was the only day we could both do.
Had been unemployed for months and was desperate for a job, so despite the fact that I was in agony, I lathered myself with 12 layers of aftersun, donned my suit and headed to the interview in Liverpool Street. It just happens to be about 30 degrees out and I’m absolutely dying.
When I arrive at the office for the interview they first tell me the air conditioning isn’t working and then that I’ll be interviewing for a different job than the graduate one I applied for – a regional manager position I was massively unqualified for. I am sweating through my suit. My entire body is on fire
Somehow I blagged this to make myself seem somewhat competent for the job and the two ladies interviewing me said I’d be invited back to meet the manager, who was out of the office. Relief! I get up to leave.
But just as I was about to walk out the door the manager walked past the office. One of the girls says she’ll just go and grab him. “I’ve really not got time for this Suzie”, he says in an audible huff as he reluctantly proceeds to enter the interview room.
He then proceeded to ask me every single fucking question again. But this time my veneer of competence was slipping. He also accused me of lying about my nationality saying I must be Portuguese (I don’t look Portuguese, and I don’t think the sunburn made it look so) which turned into a bit of a weird argument.
I ran home to bathe in calamine lotion. I did not get the job.
I didn’t explicitly mention what my old jobs were, but during the reply phase of this thread added it since it was an example of one of my earlier jobs. I can see why this would be confusing though, and apologise.