Job interview horrors...

[Wing Nut]

From the other side of the interview desk, these are true stories from hiring managers about people they have interviewed...


* "After answering the first few questions, the candidate picked up his cell phone and called his parents to let them know the interview was going well."

* "The job seeker halted the conversation about work hours and the office environment, saying she didn't like being confined to a building, but would consider taking the job if she could move her desk to the courtyard outside."

* "When asked by the hiring manager why she was leaving her current job, the applicant said, 'My manager is a jerk. All managers are jerks.'"

* "After arriving for an early morning interview, the job seeker asked to use the hiring manager's phone. She proceeded to fake a coughing fit as she called in sick to her boss."

[Xyn_Air]

True story from back in the days when I worked as a casino surveillance officer:

One of our surveillance trainers who came out from Reno to certify our surveillance staff told us of an interviewee who came in to apply for a surveillance position at one of the casinos there in Reno.  The individual was very professional, responding well to all the questions asked.  At the conclusion of the interview he was hired, but when the surveillance manager went to show him around the surveillance office, he noticed the individual behaving rather oddly.  Long story short, it turns out he was blind.



Rather than the whole mess of explaining to HR why he, the surveillance manager, had to be firing a blind man he had just hired for surveillance, they kept him on for various maintenance work.  He was quite adapt at working with the tape machines and maintaining them, though of course it was quite impossible for him to work as an actual surveillance officer.

Just goes to show that some things you think should be obvious, aren't.  Nowhere in that interview for a surveillance officer was the simple question, "Can you see?"

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[quote]True story from back in the days when I worked as a casino surveillance officer:

One of our surveillance trainers who came out from Reno to certify our surveillance staff told us of an interviewee who came in to apply for a surveillance position at one of the casinos there in Reno.

[Xyn_Air]

What the heck.

Think that's bad, remind me sometime to tell you why casinos should never ever have animal acts because of the invariably stupid things other employees will do around the animals.

[BAW0343]

What the heck.

Think that's bad, remind me sometime to tell you why casinos should never ever have animal acts because of the invariably stupid things other employees will do around the animals.

how bout you tell us now  ;)

[C]

The first question they ask in the RAF interview is "What is you name?", closely followed with "when were you born?"...

...that one sorts the wheat from the chaff...

[expat]

The first question they ask in the RAF interview is "What is you name?", closely followed with "when were you born?"...

...that one sorts the wheat from the chaff...

Closely followed by, "Name an aircraft that the RAF fly".

"but I only want to be an RAF Policeman".

"Excellent, sign here and there is your change of cloths and your dog. Rover you are in charge. If he does anything more that feel you, bite him".  ;D

Matt

[H]

The first question they ask in the RAF interview is "What is you name?", closely followed with "when were you born?"...
...that one sorts the wheat from the chaff...

The Air Force has those on a questionare but, following the second, "List your [whereabouts] back to 1936..."
"They want to know where I lived in 1936!"
"I don't know about 1936 but you can tell them that, in 1942, you were swinging around over North Africa."*

*This may directly relate to a family WW2 incident. My dad was a medic in the USAC, stationed in North Africa during 1942; alongside them were Arab personnel, known to carry knives and sometimes prone to violence when offended. The latrines were dugout stalls in the sand dunes with no windows; you entered out of the blinding sunlight into darkness, feeling your way to a stall to stand or squat, as the need required. My dad found a stall and began to spray, immediately accosted by a slur of Arabic before him. Not taking the time to retract a particular member of his body, it was quite well bounced about as he made his getaway.

8-)

[MWISimmer]

Where I work we had a vacancy for a weekend sales position, 9-6 Saturday, 10.30-4.30 Sunday.
One of the candidates told my boss half way through the interview that he needed every other Saturday off because he had a West Ham season ticket and couldn't come in Sundays until 1pm because he played football for the local pub side every Sunday morning.  ::)  ::)

He didn't get the job.....

[Xyn_Air]

What the heck.

Think that's bad, remind me sometime to tell you why casinos should never ever have animal acts because of the invariably stupid things other employees will do around the animals.

how bout you tell us now  ;)

One of those Reno casinos had a lion act.  Nothing much mind you, just an old, long-in-the-tooth lion doing simple tricks.  The lion had a cage well back behind the performance areas for between shows, in an employee area only.  No problems there, right?  Only two people (outside of security/management) even had access to that specific area.  One person being the animal handler for the show and the other being, tadum, the janitor.  And this is where surveillance learns a valuable lesson about not ignoring the janitorial staff and watching them, too.

The janitor didn't actually open the cage or anything like that.  But, he did stick his arm through and pet the lion.  Fortuitously, the lion actually enjoyed that.  However, the janitor, after scratching the lions chin for some minutes, dropped his hand and chucked the lion pretty solidly under its chin and jaw.  Unfortuitously, the lion did not actually enjoy that.  The lion proceeded to let the janitor know that it did not appreciate his sense of humor by biting the janitors hand off just above the wrist.

The thing of it is, the janitor was allowed to clean in that general area, and there was no sign telling him not to pet the lion or smack it in the face (I guess you just can't take anything for granted these days), so he was covered by work insurance.  And, being disabled, it was either put him in a desk job of some sort or pay him to sit at home.  Heck of a way to get promoted in the office.

Anyway, the casino I worked at wisely chose not to have any animal acts (we never got to have any fun, gosh darn it!) . . . well, other than the normal human 'animals' that work or play at a casino.

[beaky]

What the heck.

Think that's bad, remind me sometime to tell you why casinos should never ever have animal acts because of the invariably stupid things other employees will do around the animals.

how bout you tell us now  ;)

One of those Reno casinos had a lion act.  Nothing much mind you, just an old, long-in-the-tooth lion doing simple tricks.  The lion had a cage well back behind the performance areas for between shows, in an employee area only.  No problems there, right?  Only two people (outside of security/management) even had access to that specific area.  One person being the animal handler for the show and the other being, tadum, the janitor.  And this is where surveillance learns a valuable lesson about not ignoring the janitorial staff and watching them, too.

The janitor didn't actually open the cage or anything like that.  But, he did stick his arm through and pet the lion.  Fortuitously, the lion actually enjoyed that.  However, the janitor, after scratching the lions chin for some minutes, dropped his hand and chucked the lion pretty solidly under its chin and jaw.  Unfortuitously, the lion did not actually enjoy that.  The lion proceeded to let the janitor know that it did not appreciate his sense of humor by biting the janitors hand off just above the wrist.

The thing of it is, the janitor was allowed to clean in that general area, and there was no sign telling him not to pet the lion or smack it in the face (I guess you just can't take anything for granted these days), so he was covered by work insurance.  And, being disabled, it was either put him in a desk job of some sort or pay him to sit at home.  Heck of a way to get promoted in the office.

Anyway, the casino I worked at wisely chose not to have any animal acts (we never got to have any fun, gosh darn it!) . . . well, other than the normal human 'animals' that work or play at a casino.

At the end of the opening week of the Hard rock casino in Biloxi, MS (which I helped rebuild), they decided to do a jungle-theme party poolside... brought in a bunch of exotic critters, including a leopard who was most definitely not happy to be there. Sitting under the cruel sun in a cage all day didn't make her any more cheerful (Leopards do not hang out in the sun when they can help it). Fortunately, a handler stayed close by to keep the yahoos from sticking their hands in the cage...

I kept a respectful distance and offered my apologies to the leopard on behalf of all humans... she wasn't impressed. I hope it's the last time they do that.  ::)

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After thought I am never going to pet a lion again.