With the exception of my first ever Saturday job interview (the interviewer asked me why I wanted the job, I told her I needed the money - I was 16! What did I know? Didn't get it), most of my job interviews have been positive experiences.
But one sticks out as The. Worst. Ever. Job Interview.
To begin with, I was late. Really late. I didn't realise that it would take an hour and a half to get there by tube and only allowed an hour. Then I couldn't find the place. So by the time I arrived at the office, I was 45 minutes late. I almost didn't go in. I wish I hadn't.
'Wasn't your interview supposed to be an hour ago?' the interviewer glared at me. 'Yes - I'm really sorry,' I said, mumbling something about the tube when I know you should never tell interviewers why you're late - you should just be on time. She sniffed and led me into the interview room. 'I can only give you 10 minutes,' she said. 'OK,' I said, thinking, phew.
We sat down, and she started firing questions at me, like I was an army recruit. Not name rank and number, but pretty close. After about five minutes I knew it was a terrible fit, and all I could think, as she continued to quiz me and I gave wrong answer after wrong answer, was that I couldn't wait for it to be over.
And then it was over. Or at least, I thought it was. 'I'm just going to get the test,' she said. 'The... test?' I asked. 'Yes, the writing test,' she said. 'I did tell you there would be a writing test.' 'No, you didn't,' I replied. 'Well, it only takes 15 minutes,' she said airily. 'I'll be back in a minute.'
I sat there for a few seconds. And then I thought, do you know what, I'm not going to get this job, I don't want this job. I got up, poked my head out the door, saw her disappearing down the corridor, checked the coast was clear, and then bolted for the exit. I ran down eight flights of stairs and out into the sunshine, where I exhaled with relief.
My friends still laugh about it, wondering how long she spent saying 'Hello? Hello?' as she wondered where I was, checking the loo to see if I'd had an attack of the nerves, but I really didn't care. Needless to say, I never heard from her again.
*Have you had a bad job interview? I'd love to know.