“What’s The Pay?”
I witnessed a horrible interview if you could call it that. The opening was for a retirement fund advisor. There weren’t many requirements, to be sure, as it was mostly sales, and anyone could learn both that and the specifics of the business if they meant to. There was this guy who went into the interview with torn jeans, AN ICECREAM CONE IN HIS HAND, and a sleeveless shirt, whose first and only concern was “what’s the pay?”. He didn’t last one minute.