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I interviewed for a part-time web developer role during the summer of my second year at university. The "employer" wanted the interview at their house. No problem, I guess it's a small operation and I'd work remotely?
The interview was fine. It was a guy that worked with his wife, and they needed someone to pick up some work over a few weeks. Midway through the interview, the guy's wife came downstairs - in what I can only describe as the kind of dressing gown you'd see in porn.
She walked over, asked if I was "the guy". The man said, "oh yeah, he looks good don't you think?", to which she responded "yeah, he looks like he'll do the job nicely". She then came over and put her hand by the back of my neck, and asked if I wanted to help out with a problem they'd been having.
Being a socially awkward 20 year old CS student, I said something along the lines of "uhh no that's okay thanks, I'd better get going soon", and the man escorted me out. I had received an email minutes after to say the job was mine if I wanted it.
I turned the job down, saying that something else had come up. I'm 70% sure that the job was a threesome or some weird cuck thing, and if I didn't have a girlfriend and wasn't awkward as fuck I'd probably have gone back and plowed his wife/written some PHP. Either way, that's my worst interview experience - and probably will be for the rest of my days.
On the other side, one guy I interviewed for a startup was really qualified and we wanted to offer him the role. I thankfully Googled him, and found a Twitter account against his name where he had pics of him balls deep in a blow up doll. We didn't hire him.
It's certainly a bad sign if you leave the interview and you're not sure if the job is for writing PHP or pleasuring his wife.
PHP stands for Pleasuring His Partner.
PHP = Pleasuring Her Poosay