Interviewing for a position at a fairly large company, I was wearing a nice black suite with my favorite red print, power-tie. I was looking good. I had my portfolio with three copies of my resume, just in case. I had practiced my answers to various questions and was ready to make things happen.
I showed up, the receptionist informed me it would be a few minutes before the interviewers would be ready to meet. No problem, I’ll sit here.
In a few minutes she gave me a badge to wear and escorted me down a hallway with beautiful woodwork and polished wood floors. I was led into a nice boardroom with a big nice wooden table. Very impressive.
These two guys walk in, one was the VP over software applications, the other one was a director of some sort. We sat down at the table and they welcomed me to the interview. Let’s get started.
The interview went well. At the end, I did have one question regarding the dress code; what is the dress code here? “There’s not one,” one of the men replied. I asked this question because the VP was wearing beach-ware (heading to the lake after the interview) the director was wearing a Harley tee-shirt and jeans. Wow, was I over dressed. One of them said, “they had dressed up because I was coming in and he laughed.” Okay then. What did I expect; after all, it’s a software company. No more dry cleaning for me.