The interview ended and I was thoroughly embarrassed. I meekly apologized for my performance, saying “Sorry Ken, I’m just not familiar with some of the terms you used.”
He responded, “Well, my name is Carl, and that’s with a C, not a K. Maybe next time you’ll at least remember my name.”
End of interview. Didn’t get the offer.
Hi My Name Is
My freshman year summer, interviewed with Soros Fund Management…
Interviewer: “Tell me about yourself”
Me: “Hi My name is…”
My friend was interviewing with GS, I don’t know what division. He arrives early and waits in a room with someone who looked she was a secretary. She starts asking him questions about himself, and he responds casually, thinking it’s just small talk before the interview. 20 minutes later, the secretary tells him that he could leave now. He asks what about the interview, and she said that that was the interview.
I had my first superday ever with Merrill S+T. The first 3 interviews, all behavioral, went really well. The fourth was with an MD, and it was all technical. After I got a few easy ones, he gave me a very difficult options question involving rolling hedges, which I had never heard of at the time. Needless to say, I stumbled through the answer, and we ended up spending 20 minutes going over it on a dry erase board in his office.
Excuse My French
I posted on my resume “intermediate french” which at some point might have been true but i stopped speaking it at work (worked in high school and first year of college for Air France) and stopped taking classes. I had the “luck” of walking into this VP’s office who after a few pleasantries in English saw the French language skill on my resume and started conducting the rest of the interview in french. I think I probably had the language skill of a six year old trying to explain why I’d give mez financing to whatever company. Didn’t get the offer.
Interview with PIMCO did not go so well.
Start of the interview the lady asked me to name 3 adjectives that my friends would say to describe my personality . Answered those pretty easily. She then asked me to name three adjectives that my mother would describe me with. I stumbled through this part. She then had the nerve to ask me to name another three adjectives that my father would use to describe my personality. By this time I was talking out of my ass and sweating bullets…..we repeated this with weaknesses………did not get the internship.
It was during an interview that the guy started asking me about valuation, and naturally the conversation went along the DCF route. I was quite chilled as I’ve already accepted another bank and was merely doing the interview because the bank’s tower had some awesome views (I had my camara with me). So we were chatting about DCF and come P/E ratios as well, not hard, I relaxed, and then out of the blue the guy asks me about WACC. The first thing that came into my mind was the “Baby got WACC” song (youtube it), and I started giggling. The look on the guy’ face was so epic that I started full on laughing and by the time I’ve finished I knew that we would not be working together.
But the best part is, my rejection feedback said “too dogmatic”.
When I was interviewing for Citi Sophomore Rotational last year, I forgot that the time was eastern not central for my call. So I get called out of the blue on my cell phone an hour early, unprepared. I wasn’t expecting to use my cell phone, because I had reserved a room at my school to use a land line phone in a quiet room. So when she would have called I would have called her back with that phone. Unfortunately that didn’t happen.
So when she gave me the unexpected ring, I noticed that I didn’t have many bars on my phone. So I tell her I’ll call her back in five minutes as I get to a better location. When I get there, I call her again and start the interview. Things were going fine, until…yeah you guessed it…my batteries died. fml. So I run back to my dorm room like a mad man and nearly tear my backpack open looking for my charger. I plug it in and call her again for the third time. I apologize profusely, and she still seems fine. We continue the interview.
I thought nothing would go wrong from there on out, but nope-my dorm is of course in a shitty area, and I didn’t get many bars. So once again the call ends abruptly. At this point I was fuming and threw my phone against the wall causing the battery to fall out and creating a dent on one side of the phone so I couldn’t put the battery cover back on. So I get some duct tape and tape the battery back, hoping it wouldn’t fall out on its on. A few seconds later, the recruiter calls back and asks what happened. I again say I’m sorry, while at the same time trying to control myself from shouting. I do manage to get through the rest of the interview fine. The actual interview itself was probably one of the best phone interviews I’d ever had in terms of getting good questions and expressing myself articulately. But of course, I knew I was dinged and got a rejection a couple weeks later.
I interviewed with a financial data supplier / data base as a business analyst. My interviewer knew absolutely nothing about finance but plenty about databases, so proceeded to ask me database questions the entire interview that had nothing to do with the position that I applied for.
Best example, he asked me to create a relationship logic diagram, which I had no idea what the hell he meant by it. I proceeded to draw an elaborate diagram for about 15 minutes while he watched and smiled as I suffered my way through it. After I was finished, he picked up the pen, drew 3 boxes and 5 lines connecting all the boxes together and told me that was the correct solution.
For a Goldman internship back in college, the interviewers asked me to tell them about myself. This was one of my first interviews so I was very inexperienced, and I was pretty nervous. I didn’t know where to begin, so I panicked and ended up giving them my life story, from where I was born all the way to college. The rest of the interview was very harsh and they really grilled me on every single thing on my resume. It was more like an interrogation than an interview. It was a typical stress interview, and I ended up finishing it with a headache, and clothes drenched with sweat. I didn’t get called back.
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