Interview Nightmare stories- Let the truth be told!

[H0mersimps0n]

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I was reading that NYCOM thread and thought it might be a good stress reliever to see who has the best/worse "going on an interview and this happened to me..." story.

MINE:

LECOM, 10/14, drove up on the 13th with nothing but LECOM interview in my pocket (so far), stayed with my buddy (MSI), had a good evening, woke up 6am 10/14, unzipped my suitebag, suit coat- check, pants- OH CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, had 6 simultaneous MI's (figuratively), gathered my composure, got on my knee's and thanked god I was staying with my buddy who was about my height and weight and borrowed his pants.... No one seemed to notice my pants were slightly off from my jacket (which I could NOT borrow from my buddy because my shoulders require a sport cut coat).

THE BEST PART:
After recovering from my MI's, I run to wake up my friend to ask him if he has pants, after about 5 tries to get him coherent, he wakes up, looks at me (upon my explanation of forgetting my pants) and say:
"dude, thats stress..."

LESSON LEARNED: always double check suite bag

 

[SuzyQ]

Oh gosh..i would have freaked out homer! Luckily I havent had any bad experiences with my interviews so far😛

 

[H0mersimps0n]

one last *BUMP* trying to get us back on the right track...

vent your experiences here

 

[DrZippy2b]

Nothing really crazy, but...

I was really jealous of my husband during my AZCOM interview. While I was sweating it out in a room with a DO, PhD and a med student who spoke thickly-accented English, he was sitting poolside with a cold beer and a book (and probably a blonde with a skimpy bathing suit that didn't cover her after market add-ons).

The only really bad thing that happened during that interview was Ms. (insert eastern block country here) only asked me one question. Then when it got back to her. She grunted and "no. I have no more questions." I thought -- "Omigod, it's the Questions Nazi!!" "No questions for you. One year." I really didn't know how to deal with the uncomfortable silence.. so I think I uttered something like "oh, great, thanks anyway..." I walked out of thinking there was no way on God's Green Earth that letter was gonna be good news, so I went and joined my hubby poolside and have a few drinky-drinks. They accepted me, anyway... Thanks, Question Nazi!

 

[Toejam]

This is a repeat from a different thread, but it seemed appropriate.

My most recent application (and acceptance) to COMP was nothing short of a white knuckler. You name it: Transcripts not sent. Transcripts sent incomplete. Fees not recorded. Forgetting pen at MCAT. Getting lost on way to MCAT and making it just in time. VERY late and missing LOR's. Professors telling me more than once that they've sent the LOR and me finding out that the school NEVER GOT THEM SOMEHOW. Last LOR getting to school a full 7 weeks after they'd received my application. Getting incredibly lost on my way to COMP's interview and arriving, literally, with one minute to spare (despite my leaving with one hour to spare). And, perhaps the most memorable moment.....having to take the most voluminous, impacted dump (can I say "dump"?) of my entire life for the last half hour of my directionless trip to the interview, sweating like a marathon runner on meth because of said developing impaction, desperately searching for a toilet all the while looking at my watch and thinking that I could actually be LATE, finding an In & Out (closed), pulling up to a gas station (restroom out of order), stopping at another gas station (RESTROOM OUT OF ORDER!), thinking that I'm generating one hell of a case of ascending colon cancer, getting directions to the school from the last gas station (incorrect), finally finding the school, but rerouted by the cops for some conspiratorial reason, finding a parking lot, but severely disoriented, sweating and feeling like Ol' Fecefaithful, rapidly walking/jogging/running to the first building I see (locked), sprinting to the next building (no toilet) and, finally, jetpacking to a building that had an actual, functioning toilet and as I ran in I began to unbutton/unsnap/unhook, drop the keys, the cell phone, the flyer with the directions, collapse on the commode and utter aloud "SAINTS PRESERVE US" (which, incidently, is something I've never said before in my life), only to realize that I had a stall partner next to me that heard everything and, further embarassing myself, I stammered "uhh...sorry, I've had to go for the longest time...". No response. Probably my interviewer. Nice. 8:29 AM. Got a bunch of paper towels, dried off as much as I could and went to the interview.