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Issue date: 2/12/07 Section: Insider
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At an interview for a big consulting firm, I told them assertively that consulting was my only field of interest. Then I pulled some papers out and several I-banking business cards flew all over the table. Trying to cover my blatant lying/bullshitting act, I banged my hand on the table so loudly that the interviewer jumped from his seat. The funny thing about this story is that I got to the next round!

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I was faced with a case situation where a hospital was losing revenue, and they wanted to increase the demand in the maternity ward. My answer: get more women pregnant!

The interviewer was female, and did not even crack a smile!

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My interview was in the Four Seasons, but my interview before ran slightly over. Then there was a huge traffic jam on Chestnut, so I showed up 15 minutes late. Then they made me wait for 10 more minutes. So I had 5 minutes for the whole interview and I was asked two questions:

1. So what's up?

2. What's your biggest weakness, other than punctuality?

You'll be hearing from us soon!

I wish I was making that up.

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One consulting interviewer started by asking me why I had traveled so much and where I would recommend his wife go on a surf vacation. Then during my case discussion pulled out his blackberry to check email.

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I had an interviewer ask me where I wanted to be 5-10 years from now, and after I answered, he asked me where I wanted to be 5-10 years from now again. When I started to answer again, he snapped at me and asked me why I was telling him something he knew already.

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I walked into a sales and trading interview knowing everything about the markets. Or so I thought. The interview goes like this:

"What's the Australian dollar trading at?" he asks.

"Uh. . . I'm sorry, I don't know, but I know the Euro, yen, dollar, pound. . ."

"If I wanted to know what the Euro was I would have asked for it! I WANT TO KNOW THE AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR!"" he barks.

"I'm sorry sir, I don't know.." I answer meekly.

"Get out."
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