Having been going for job interviews recently has unsurprisingly got me thinking about interviews in general. So far this time round the have interviews has been pretty good, no hideous questions or anything – though I don’t want to reveal too much about how they have been going till I know some final answers…
In the past I have had some pretty strange interviews. Interviewing for a summer job the year before I started university was fun. A friend of the family was on the interview board for the same job the day before, so not only did I know the questions before I went in, but I knew the answers they wanted too. I got that job!
My undergraduate university interviews were fun. Cambridge were pretty tough, asking me to derive some fundamental physics on the spot –I frilled to notice I had just exceeded the speed of light – and making me learn some new stuff between the first and second interviews. Bristol, City, QMW and UCL all give me pretty standard interviews. Imperial, where I eventually went took the biscuit though: One interviewer to seven interviewees. He got us all together and demanded that we ask him questions. We were saved from the embarrassment of not knowing what to ask by the fire alarm, and being forced to line up outside.
The interviews for my PhD kinda happened without me noticing. I saw the advert for the studentship, and thought it sounded interesting – even though till that point I hadn’t wanted to do a PhD, and emailed the guy. I met him to discuss what it was. I didn’t realise till after he told me he liked me that it was an interview. But I got the place, even though I had to interview with another supervisor, which was a bit tougher – something to do with knowing I was being interviewed maybe.