My would-be boss kept showing her underwear during the interview.

I was in school and wanted to pick up a flexible-schedule job during the evenings so I could get a little extra cash. Yeah I thought paying for food and electricity sounded like a good plan, so I found myself at a restaurant applying for a waiter position. Easy enough. The application looked more like a pre-school coloring page than an actual application but whatever, I just wanted that sweet $2.12/hr + tips. So I sucked it up and waited for the interview.

What I got was a stereotypical ‘90s punch drunk big hair gum-smacking 30-something trying to look like she was 20-something asking me the typical questions that has nothing to do with th job. Fine. Let’s just get this over so I can pinch my indentured servitude card and make some cash to support my macaroni and cheese dinners that would surely follow.

Unfortunately as she sat down on a barstool next to me, I immediately noticed her underwear was on display for the whole restaurant to notice! I tried to twist a bit so as to be somewhat of a gentleman but she kept snapping her fingers at me.

*snap* “…hey sweetheart, I’m over here.”

So the interview was a bit awkward and although I wasn’t really focused on her (or her panties for that matter), I still got the job. Lucky me.

My first year of college, my friend wanted me to work at the same restaurant as her. When I went in for my interview, I hadn’t previously known that it was for the Sushi Bar section and when asked what my favorite roll on their menu was… I had to tell them I’m allergic to shellfish and avoided sushi (at the time).

Well it was me giving the interview a guy literally shit his pants 5 minutes into the interview and tried to play it off and the smell of human poop woofted around the 10x8 interview room..:: I had to pretend I couldn’t smell it as he smiled and answered my questions then he waddled down the hallways asking if he could use the bathroom before he left. Needless to say for both our sakes I didn’t call him back. Sucks man I have crohn’s so I get anxiety of an interview can cause major anxiety and diarrhea but dude you explain you have a stomach issue and go take care of it best you can or ask to reschedule. I mean he literally gave one words answers because he wanted out of there.

I don't drink. I'm an alcoholic but don't advertise the fact, just say "No, thanks" when offered, and I've hardly ever had a problem with that.

Except for an interview I had for an anthropology job with the owner of an archaeological firm. It was a dinner interview at a Mexican restaurant with him and others from the firm in Shreveport, LA, and he kept insisting that I have a beer with dinner. Each time, each insistence got a little less jokey and a little more forceful. Once he asked me why, but screw him, I didn't owe him an explanation. That was the only time in the evening that I really felt awkward.

Eventually, he said that he couldn't trust a man who wouldn't have a drink with him. I told him that I didn't want to waste any more of his time then and left.

It didn't hurt my feelings or anything, just made me pissed off about the wasted time, and embarrassed for the other people at the table. I'm glad I found out early on that he was an asshole, though. I've had it confirmed from others since then.

The interviewer at the end of the interview asked me to take off my shoes and socks so he could see my bare feet. I asked him why and he said it was for the job.

I felt uncomfortable as I slipped off my dress shoes and peeled off my socks exposing my tan bare feet.

I remember looking at his reaction with a big smile saying nice…very nice. He asked me if he could massage them and that’s when I split. I grabbed my shoes and socks and ran out of the building barefoot and into my car.

Many years ago, before the proliferation of cellphones, I interviewed a candidate for a Quality Assurance Engineer position. The candidate arrived a little late and was brought into my office. He politely asked if he could use my phone to make a quick call. I obliged and gave him the phone and told him to dial “9“ for an outside line. This smart, clever candidate called his boss to tell him that he is not feeling well and won’t be coming in today. This phone call was made with me sitting at my desk right in front of him.

I terminated the interview right then. Fortunately, he gave me clear examples of his loyalty, honesty and his decision-making ability. Usually, this can take months to reveal. Needless to say, he didn’t get the job.

I hadn’t been for an interview for a while, so the clothes I had to wear were a few years old. I had put on a bit of weight in the meantime, so the blouse I wore was a bit stretched across the breast area. Still totally wearable though.

I use my hands a lot when talking. During the interview I must have brushed across the blouse with my hands, because all of a sudden I noticed the man interviewing me had a look of horror on his face. He was fixated on my breasts.

I’m well past the age when men stare at my breasts. So, I looked down to see what the problem was. The button in the middle of my breasts had come undone. My rather ample bosom was joining in the interview.

I had no idea what to do. I continued talking and did up the button. I didn’t apologise, or comment on it at all. Not normally one to be at a loss for words, this was one occasion when I just couldn’t come up with something to say.

I got the job.

I’ve never had an awkward interview, but my husband has interviewed hundreds of people in his job and has told me several funny stories.

He had one man show up at an interview very sweaty and nervous. During the interview my husband kept smelling the obvious odor of what he thought was freshly passed gas, At one point during the interview, he asked the gentleman if he would like to take a restroom break. The man declined. When the interview was complete the man rose to shake my husband’s hand and then turned to leave. It was then that my husband noticed that the man he was interviewing had fully pooped his pants, as well as the office chair that he was sitting in. To avoid embarrassment, my husband wished him a nice day and the interviewee exited the office as if everything was fine. Needless to say the poor guy didn’t get the job, and the upholstered office chair had to be thrown out with the garbage!

Back in college, at the end of what was genuinely a decent interview, I stood up and reached out my arms to hug the two interviewers. (To this day I have no idea why I tried to hug them).

They stared me down, which stopped me before I could actually hug them, while the woman on the left slowly but firmly said, "we... don't do that here."

I was mortified. Still kinda am, haha.

I was interviewing for a cashier job at Target. This was shortly after I had just gotten dentures.

During the interview, the manager asked a question, and while answering him, I felt a sneeze coming on. I held up a finger, indicating I would need just a second, grabbed a tissue, and sneezed…

Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough adhesive on my top plate, so when I sneezed, my teeth flew out of my mouth, across his desk and right into his lap.

This poor man completely lost it. He laughed so hard he was sobbing before he could contain himself.

It could have ended worse. He did hire me, and told me, “You’ll be great for comedy relief, if nothing else.”