My skirt was so tight. *suffocates*<\/p>\n
I had an interview at Bayer for an internship, secured by my dad. My mom called my apartment at 9:22 am, waking up my roommate. For the first time since I was 10 years old I wore what is it called…leggings? My mom drove me there, nagging me the entire way (hello? I know my way around Berkeley since I have lived for 2 years!). I got a sticker badge at the visitor center and was directed toward building 14. Considering the Bayer campus ws built in 1917…I got lost wandering into an area of forklifts. I was 3 minutes late, but the interviewer wasn\\’t even there.<\/p>\n
The interview…was…short, to say the least. I didn\\’t get to interview with the actual supervisor. Most of the questions seemed off the record. The only question I had prepared for was the \\”Why do you want to work at Bayer?\\”<\/p>\n
I sincrely answered just as I had practiced, \\”I want to expand my horizons. Mainly, I want to increase my experience and I hope to work in this field in the future…\\”<\/p>\n
\\”Uh. You\\’re mainly going to do data entry.\\”<\/p>\n
So much for interview practice.<\/p>\n
And the weirdest question was, \\”Did you like high school?\\”<\/p>\n
To which I answered, \\”Personally, I like Berkeley more because it is more challenging and more interesting…\\”<\/p>\n
To which she responded, \\”Oh, I hated high school.\\”<\/p>\n
Good to know we have something in common. ;)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My skirt was so tight. *suffocates* I had an interview at Bayer for an internship, secured by my dad. My mom called my apartment at 9:22 am, waking up my roommate. For the first time since I was 10 years … Continue reading