Long-time readers may recall how I was winding myself up over the potential open questions that I might be asked in the interview for my current gig.
A common thing for those of us that work for my employer is to commiserate over how you are certain you are that you fucked up the big final interview with the headcheese.
Something I didn’t blog about, that has been one of my pub anecdotes – so I ought to share it here. . . gather close children. . .
Day Two of the interviews at my current employer. Was one of those, people are going to die, who are you going to save????? situational wank-fests. . . I was defending one of my choices, when Mel said. “Well. It’s come to light that Sir Blahblahwhositwhatistlookupherskirtandshagheroverthesofa actually made all of his money. . . through porn. . .
The room froze.
I looked up, “What’s wrong with porn?”
Everyone sputter-laughed
I’m fairly certain that’s why I got the job. . .
April 18th, 2008 at 1:56 pm
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