Insults and expletives are exchanged, and fisticuffs are only avoided by people pushing their own way off the train at the following stop. You and your adversary give each other parting hand signals and go your separate ways. You get to the interview in time by the skin of your teeth, fix your tie and your hair in the men’s room, and take your seat in the waiting area. A door opens, and the interviewer emerges. Lo and behold, it’s none other than your commuter sparring partner. Awkward? Just a tad. This is not a hypothetical story, but an actual recent encounter, according to a recent post from Mashable.
In HR parlance, let’s just say that opportunity was probably not a “good fit.” And yes – nightmares can and do come true. Read the full post from Mashable.