tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039972.post6570236238978627596..comments2024-01-17T09:01:50.117-08:00Comments on mind-muffins: Tell Me YOUR story!Belladonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13704410443745252997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039972.post-72428397882846883492009-04-29T06:55:00.000-07:002009-04-29T06:55:00.000-07:00News flash - for those of you who know the back st...News flash - for those of you who know the back story to this posting, I now have a scheduled interview with the people I THOUGHT I was taking to in the last one...we'll see how it lands.Belladonnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704410443745252997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039972.post-25540718911254938332009-04-20T13:49:00.000-07:002009-04-20T13:49:00.000-07:00Two stories for you:
First, I was a branch manage...Two stories for you:<br /><br />First, I was a branch manager at a local bank, and we were interviewing for a teller position. A young girl walked in for the interview wearing a fancy see-through outfit w/ fishnet stockings (I kid you not!). One of the first questions we asked was why she wanted to be a teller. Her response still makes me giggle. She told us she DIDN'T want to be a teller because she never really believed in all that fortune teller stuff!<br /><br />Next, I was in college and REALLY wanted a job at a Mariott hotel. The hours were perfect and I knew I would have time to do homework when we were slow. When I spoke to the manager, he mentioned they had about 30 other applicants. Having no previous hotel experience, I knew I had to do something to stand out and make him remember me. So I baked homemade chocolate chip cookies and gave them to him before the interview started. I got the job and worked on and off there for almost 10 years. And my boss STILL tells that story!Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17120763720983340131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039972.post-22889699138824925542009-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:002009-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:00I don't have anything to compare to your recent or...I don't have anything to compare to your recent ordeal, but one of the most unexpected interviews I had was as follows.<BR/><BR/>I had been working for the school district as a para professional and the director of the program wanted to hire me as her secretary over the whole program. <BR/><BR/>But, legally the job had to be posted and interviews had to take place. She told me to go to HR for the interview.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I expected the usual secretarial type questions such as how fast can you type, do you keep confidences, etc.<BR/><BR/>I can't remember everything the HR person said but I know the questions were totally different than I expected and totall took me off guard.<BR/><BR/>I do remember one question.... it was "If your boss/supervisor asked you to do something that you knew was unethical or illegal, what would you do?"<BR/><BR/>I came out of the interview nervous that maybe I wouldn't get the job, but I did....Grandma Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14239497318857763496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039972.post-90371298803205409592009-04-08T09:26:00.000-07:002009-04-08T09:26:00.000-07:00I interviewed for a job and they asked that I make...I interviewed for a job and they asked that I make a profit and loss statement for them as part of the interview. I made one with fake numbers and fake categories that I pulled out of my head. I thought it was weird that they didn't give me any information except "make a profit and loss statement". I figured they wanted to know if I knew how to make one. Anyhoo, after I turned it in, in all of its glory, the man looked at me and then looked at the paper a little confused but he didn't say anything. The interview was over. When I got to my car I looked at the pile of documents they gave me. On one of the pieces of paper it had the numbers for the income statement on it. I felt like a total idiot. Needless to say, I didn't get the job.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12711509613575485046noreply@blogger.com