Worst interview experience?

On a forum I post on, I was asked about my worst job experience, so as to not let this blog die, I'll tell it...

boring story alert

I applied for a marketing job with a firm called Fosters Marketing. Now, like any graduate, I was applying for a dozen jobs a day, and not really checking them out.

Well, I gotta a call from them, and an interview was arranged. Obviously I tried to read up on the company before the interview to not look like a numpty, but I couldn't find a website, and the email they sent me to confirm the interview didn't contain a website. The job description was something like they were a massive marketing firm, doing business with disney, crayola etc.

Okay.

So got to the interview, it was in Bank/Moorgate, well posh offices, looked like the apprentice. Interviewer was some black guy, skinhead, looked like that Tory guy from big brother. Anyway, the interview was done in twos, which I have never seen or heard of before. So I did my interview with the guy, and some hungarian girl simultaneously interviewed with me, he'd ask her a question, she'd answer, he'd ask me the same question, I'd usually just answer the opposite to her lol.

So "Are you a team player or prefer individual work?"

She: "Individual"

Me: "Team" etc

We both asked what the job entailed exactly, and were greated by businessman spiel, "its marketing, its sales, its a chance to be your own boss. we work with some of the largest companies in the world. Disney, crayola, these are names everyone recognises. Are you a follower or a leader? DO you want to be your own boss in a few months?" yawn

Outside, I spoke to the Hungarian girl, and said that something was weird, like why interview in 2s, and why no website? I agreed, and we said good-bye. This was about 5.30 pm at this point.

I went home, got changed, then met my mate in the pub, he had just passed his driving test, so we went to a pub quiz to celebrate, and got wasted. About 7pm, I got a call from this Fosters Marketing, I was called back for a 2nd round interview, 8.30 am the next day, and I was told I'd be pitching and marketing some products etc. I was desperate for a job, and so I obviously was happy.

Now this is the true regret of the night, it was about 1.30 am and we met 2 girls outside a kebab shop lol, they were aussies, relatively hot, and I reckon we were in. We grabbed a bite, chatted for a while, I looked at my watch, 2.30 am. Fvck. I was really desperate for this job, and so fobbed off the girls and went home, me and my mate were so smashed we didn't even get their numbers

Anyway, got 2 hours sleep, went to the interview, feeling nauseous. I got there, and there were like 20 grads sitting in the waiting room (including the hungarian...she was desperate for a job too), and they were playing loud garage music (big in these days lol), and I swear I couldn't fcking work out wtf was happening. I was soooo close to just going home, cos I knew this wasn't right, but I was fking desperate, DESPERATE for work, so I stayed.

They paired me up with some guy who worked there, we were each given 2 large sports bags filled with something, and we hit the streets. Caught the tube to london bridge, then had to catch an overground to zone 5 in east london, sigh, my travelcard only covered the tube, so I shelled another £6 on travel (obviously the company didn't pay cvnts). BTW I live in zone 4 west london at this point.

sigh.

I get off, and I still have no idea where we are going. Whenever I ask the guy, he just says we're going to market some products, and I have to show my sales skills. Desperate for work...

We walk 10 minutes, catch a bus somewhere, and then walk into some cafe, and the guy I'm with walks over to a rasta eating a full english, opens the bag, pulls out one of those kids fake laptops, the disney ones, but without disney branding, and says "Hello sir, can I interest you in this exclusive kids laptop? Do you have kids...", my jaw drops. He then tries to sell some crayola crayons (the boxes looked obviously crayola, but without the brand on it). etc.

I'm a bit shocked at this point. We walk into an estate agent next door, they basically kick us out.

At this point I drop the bag inside in the estate agents, and walk out, without saying a word to the guy I was with. I'm now in Zone 5, no idea where the fk I am. No money in my pocket, none in my bank account, no credit on my phone, and I'm pissed off.

Super fcking pissed off. I wonder if I should just steal the bag of goods off the other guy and smack him if he tries anything, but then I'm not like that, so decide against it. I'll go back to the offices in bank and smack the bald black guys.

I somehow find my way to a train station, and on my way back to the city my phone rings, its my mate, who I'd been drinking with the night before, I tell him whats happening and that I'm pissed off, and he starts laughing lol

Like proper laughing.

He tells me he's got a couple of girls waiting for us in some park, lol, so I end up going straight to meet him and not twatting that bloke. Maybe I was never actually going to.

Over the years, I've told this story a couple of times, and actually met people who had the exact same experience. One was a south african girl who went to the job interview with her last £10, and ended up on the other side of london too. I guess thats the bit that really pissed me off.

It was all a scam I think, like you'd work for a month for them, then turn up to work and find they'd disappeared, and you worked a month for free. Thats what I heard anyway.

I don't think I was dumb tbh, its just when you look for work, you try anything...