My wurst interview was for a job in a sausage factory..................
LMAO.
I got schlonged back in 1992, while working for a large telecommunications firm. I applied for a new position in a different state. There were several openings which I thought I would qualify for.
My excitement was curtailed when a secretary came to the lobby to escort me back to the interview room. She had the most sour disposition I've ever encountered. My comments trying to break the empty silence were barely answered by her grunt.
I was introduced to the hiring manager, who at least seemed civil, so I thought. The interview itself seemed OK. Until, the questioning ended and the hiring manager said he didn't think he could hire me because he didn't think I was gay friendly (remember it's 1992 & gays were not as powerful as 2017). He said I'd have to work closely with his secretary, the sour witch that brought me to the interview room. I was floored.
I left the office wondering what the he!! had just happened! The only thing I could think of was, at the beginning of the interview he ask me to tell him about myself. I began by saying I was married with X children. Our family does X,Y,Z together. We attend church because GOD is very important to us. I think that last statement was when the interview turned against me.
I flew back to my home state and the next day went to work. My manager called me into his office and ask me about the interview. I recounted the way the interview went. He made a joke about how I should have grabed this other manager`s leg and winked at him.
I knew this was the wrong place to work and a year later I was out of there!!!