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A friend recently posted (in a locked entry) about an amusing experience he had on a job-interview trip. It reminded me of something that happened on my first day-long interview. (For some reason this style of interview was then called a "plant trip". Or maybe that only described the subset of such where they had to fly you in; not sure. I haven't heard this term in quite some time.)
I was a senior in college, so I was trying to line up that first post-graduation job and was not being at all fussy during the interview stage. I didn't have strong opinions about geography back then, so of course I accepted the interview offer from a large computer-equipment company on Long Island. I would fly in in the morning, have a day of interviews, and fly home that night. This was my first such trip, so my only clues about what to expect came from the well-meaning but under-informed folks in career services.
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I was a senior in college, so I was trying to line up that first post-graduation job and was not being at all fussy during the interview stage. I didn't have strong opinions about geography back then, so of course I accepted the interview offer from a large computer-equipment company on Long Island. I would fly in in the morning, have a day of interviews, and fly home that night. This was my first such trip, so my only clues about what to expect came from the well-meaning but under-informed folks in career services.
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