Where are you taking me?
Went for a position a few years back as a sales manager (no experience needed). Good, I have none and think I'll give it a shot. Turned up at the interview at nine in the morning in the centre of Glasgow. Waited a bit while in the background there was a noise from a boardroom like a chanting mantra (this was the sales class) and in the boardroom they were having a video conference with america in which they were whooping and hi-fiving like something from a bad 80's movie. Then it got worse. I was told that I would go with someone called scott and he would show what they do and I would come back later for the interview. I was bundled into scotts car who said that we were heading to see a company and I could hear his sales pitch. Fine. We ended up in Irvine, nearly an hours drive from Glasgow in an industrial estate. BIG bags were taken from the boot and we had to go round businesses selling manicure sets, foam disk guns and tickle me feckin elmo. My heart sank, i was miles from home, lost and no money. buggery bugger. This lasted all day till we had to be back in the office at 5:30pm were I was interview by Chad or Brad or something crap like that. If I was to get to the second interview I would be called back later that week. 5 minutes after leaving the phone went, can I come back at 9am tomorrow.

Fuck off you abducting bastards.

No company name, no nothing, just very strange and felt so so dodgy.

Would appologise for length and girth but its the only time I am endowed in it. :(
(Billy Sastard, Tue 25 Jan 2005, 15:40, Reply)