E
ver throw up during a job interview?
Well, I wouldn’t recommend it, but it once worked for me.
I was 25 and trying to land a job as city editor of The Times Record in Brunswick, Maine. For the most part, things had gone pretty well. I’d met with the managing editor over a lunch of fried clams and breezed through the first interview.
I expected as much. I’d researched the area, the newspaper and the competition. Friends even put me through brutal practice interviews, so when the tough questions came, I answered with confidence. I’d prepared for anything – or so I thought.
Following an afternoon break, my prospective boss, his wife, and a senior reporter picked me up that evening for dinner. Soon we were chatting away as we drove down a long peninsula on Casco Bay to a lobster house.
We talked about Maine. We talked about politics. We talked about journalism.
The one thing I didn’t talk about was how my stomach was suddenly feeling.
No problem, I thought. It’s just a bumpy ride.
Then I started to get hot. And dizzy. And nauseous. Since I was a stubborn person who wanted the job, I gritted my teeth and vowed to get through it.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“Can you pull over?” I finally asked.
He did, and in front of three relative strangers I roared like a hideous sea creature along the roadside. When I finished, you couldn’t even hear a gull caw.
We proceeded to dinner. I don’t really remember what we talked about, or if we talked at all, until I asked to be taken to the hospital. I do remember the emergency room doctor asking about my fried clam lunch. He gave me an I.V. and kept me several hours for observation out of fear I’d been exposed to Red Tide Poisoning.
My prospective employer barely spoke the next morning on the way to the airport. “Oh, well,” I told myself as I enjoyed the view out the window. “At least it was a free trip to Maine.”
Believe it or not, I got the job, was eventually promoted to managing editor, and years later drew on my time there for my first novel, “The Way Life Should Be.”
My boss had been impressed with my initial interview, and more impressed that I kept my sense of humor during a very trying evening, which I’d pegged my “Charlie Brown Interview.”
None of this would have happened if I’d let a few bad clams get in the way.
So here’s my advice when it comes to presentation:
1) Be prepared.
2) Be yourself.
3) No matter what happens, relax and roll with it. And try not to throw up.
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Comments: 130 ( 1 removed by Terry Shaw )
Either way, I think I'm going to vote for him.
Sometimes I think writers have interesting experiences like this so they can write about them.
What a title. What a story. Funny, funny, funny. Quite brave of you to share your not-at-your-best moments with us.
Ellen,
As soon as we moved to Maine, I went out and bought some clams at a seafood store. I didn't really know how much a "peck" was, but they were so cheap, I bought a peck. I took them home, steamed them, and after I was through eating them thought, "I will die."
But I was fine. I do try to stay away from fried foods, so fried clams are now out.
Beth, my theory is that if you can't laugh at yourself, you can't laugh at anything.
At least you lived to tell the tale and laugh about it, though it wasn't funny at the time.
Keep on going ;-0
As for your #3 suggestion? Not on your life. I plan to barf at every single big interview from now on. Especially if I REALLY want the job. After all, you got yours, right? ; D
-Ylanne, crime writer
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Thanks so much for your interest!
On the flipside, once a guy flew from the east coast to San Diego for an interview and then BAILED on the interview and hung out with his friends here instead!!! The company made it very clear that they would NOT be footing the airfare bill for his vacation. No job for him...
Glad to hear things worked out for you, Terry!
Good advice. As painful as it is, I am always myself.
tossing your cookies!
Great advice. I'll remember it.
I love the way you craft a story. You are a master storyteller!
Thankfully, that kind of thing never happened to me. However, I do recall quite vividly the time I had to go interview a classroom of kindergarten students and barely made it through eighteen kids and a teacher before barfing in the car (yes, while I was driving) on the way home. And the plastic grocery bag I'd brought was no use because I missed! Kind of hard to concentrate on where you're aiming your vomit while you're trying to keep your hyundai from careening off the road. No, of course I didn't have the presence of mind to pull over. That would have been the intelligent thing to do, not the thing that came to mind after a bad reaction to a flu shot two days earlier (which is what caused the horrid nausea and eventual trip to the ER).
Rita
And that job also brought you to US.
I am a five generation (at least) mainer, and I hate seafood. People give me a live lobster and I let em go back into the brine. I don't even like some of theother maine foods, such as baked beans for satuday night. Or chowders or poor man's stew. lol. I was teased. O yes indeed.
You Rock Terry. So when are you coming for a signing on the island. Hmmmm. love Peg
That says something, doesn't it?
See how concerned that I am that you do well! As soon as I got your e-mail I thought you had gotten sick while promoting your book. You have given some great advice which I still have trouble following. My doctors say that my letting myself get so upset over things that haven't even happened yet. Is why I have serious High Blood pressure and part of why I have had three Heartattacks. I react well in a crisis and then worry when their is no reason. My husband says that I sit and look for things to get upset about!
Glad you're alright !
Bwuck,hmm,hmm.
I have a hard time with motion sickness. I've barfed a number of times on airplanes and even a couple of times in cars. I try to avoid Dramamine because it makes me sleepy, loopy, and thick-tongued. So when I had to fly to Arizona for a job interview, I called my doc and got the patch.
Unfortunately it too made me sleepy, loopy, and thick-tongued. I felt like it took me thirty seconds to answer every question. But I didn't throw up on my interview suit.
Somehow I still got the job... turns out my predecessor was too vocal and caused conflict. They were looking for mellow.
The patch made me veeeeeeeery mellow.
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U wishing you laughter
One time we were touring around Door county, WI in our finest when one member of the party said, "Pull over." We pulled over in from of the cherry hut where they were selling fresh cherries, cherry jam and other cherry related items. Our friend got out of the car, did what you did while we all looked the other way a if we didn't know him. He got back in the car and not a owrd was said. It has been 20 years and the friend still brings up what nonchalant friends we are.
Bought a brand new suit for a job interview. It was too small for me. After being shown to a nice low soft chair by the receptionist who asked me to wait, I sat down and heard a loud rip as the seams of the pants split all the way from waist down.
I walked backwards into the bathroom, holding my briefcase behind me. Total disaster, instead of pants, there were two pieces of cloth hanging down.
The rest of the story takes too long to tell, but I also got the offer, but didnt take the job.
While I was offered and accepted the position, I also do not recommend this as an interview strategy.
I have one comment to make. One time that I ordered fried clams I knew before they were even placed on the table that they were bad. As the waiter started to place them in front of me, I said, "No way!" I couldn't believe he could carry a plate of clams from the kitchen, through the dining room to our table and NOT smell them! As bad as this episode was, it did not turn me against fried clams. Had I eaten them it may have been a different story. :0)
I've never hurled at an interview. However, it's a novel way to get their attention.
Isn't it a great story to re-tell, though? ;-)
Anyone who can write this (see below) can't be all bad:
"I'm not sure there's anything I can do, " Quinn said. Then he turned his back to her and tried to make sense of the shattered glass that rained down on the worn and filthy newsroom carpeting. Lizzy may have been a flake, but she didn't kill him when she had the chance. There was no way she killed her husband."
Have a prosperous and happy November, everyone.