ok as an interviewee the most offensive thing was when during the interview the architect asks me what i earn in a firm (X) , and tells me he thinks i'm worth Y$,.... i looked at him in a way.. what the fuck>!!! I'm worth more than u and ur stupid firm u idiot + i dont even know why im here... baablabababl

sorry for the bad typing..

I had a guy correct a misspelled word in my portfolio, and tell me its important to be a good speller when I go on other interviews.

the most memorable question i was asked in an interview was during an interview with frog. after showing my portfolio, one of the creative directors asked "do you have a fecal fetish?" he asked because of two items in my portfolio >> a design for a public toilet and a design of art and literature magazine called poopstick. i about fell out of my chair laughing. surprisingly, i got the job.

here's one; i was moving back to the east coast and set up a bunch of interviews, about a week before i came out to visit, i got a letter from a prospective firm, so i open it and it states the following; Thank you for your visit to our firm, it was pleasure to meet you and look through your work, blah, blah, blah.....at this time we are unable to extend an offer to you.....blah, blah, blah - Hmmm i thought gee, did i have the interview without my knowledge? Perhaps i went ahead, or he went ahead in time? So i sent a letter of my own, thanking them for the opportunity to meet with them, and seeing their work, but that their offer and work was not up to the expectations or quality i had expected.....dumb ass...

I had an interview with a particularly arrogant sonofabitch here in Los Angeles who page by page talked trash about everything in my portfolio, my former employers, and the schools I had attended and probably would have said something offensive about my mother and dog but they never came up. I resisted the urge to punch him across the table, excused myself when he asked if I had any questions, and pretty much walked out without another word. Contemplated keying his car in the parking lot but I couldn't be sure which one was his.

Imagine my surprise when I got a call from his partner (with whom I had never spoken) offering me a job and asking that I come in to talk about compensation.

so janosh what did u do?
did u go? LOL
cause i dont think i would have been able to coexist with some idiot like that !!!!

I walked into a huge conference room with my portfolio. I sat down, and two dudes just stared at me and said, "Go. You're here to sell yourself. Go."

1) Bend over

2) "THE Probe"

Immediately after graduation I had an interview where the architect told me to take measurements of a door jamb in his office. He then instructed me to sit at a drafting table and hand draft a plan detail of it. I left that interview thoroughly disinterested and a bit depressed about what the future seemed to hold. Couldn't he at least pretend during the interview to care what I thought?

I walked into a room full of monitors on the wall with a guy called the "architect" sitting in the center and he tells me he's been waiting for me.
He proceeds to say: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you,
inexorably, here.
And I say : dude, I don't know what you're on, but I can't work for anyone that sports a Santa Claus beard and a white tux.

In my portfolio I had a limited amount of construction documents. 4-5 examples of built work. The interviewer totally bashes me and tells me that there is not any proof that I have done CD's or that there was no way he could tell I was capable of putting a building together regardless of my previous experiences and my work sitting right in front of him.

He then has the audacity to show me a set of his CD's he did himself. I almost fell out of my chair!!!! He had sketches for detail drawings! I'm not talking about nice exploded axonometric technical sketches. I'm talking about 1st year, un-annotated, "I have no clue what the eff that is or what material it is", sketches.
It looked like something my grandma might draw.

In any other place I had worked; doing something like issuing nothing other than shitty sketches for details would have been grounds for termination, and a lawsuit from the client. He did it and was proud of it!
I walked out with no intention of working there what-so-ever.

Anyway, he later e-mailed me and told me that i didn't have enough experience in detailing. I couldn't help but respond, "i've never seen construction documents quite like yours, thanks for considering me."

"why have you done so much volunteer work?