I applied to be a receptionist at a vet clinic and somehow got interviewed like I was joining the Avengers.

So there I am, calmly explaining how I’d approach an angry Rottweiler, thinking, “Wow, receptionists here must double as pet psychologists.” She finishes the page of questions, looks up at me, and suddenly freezes.
“Wait, you applied for receptionist, not vet assistant?”
Me: “Yes?”
Her: “Oh. Wrong list. Let’s start over.”
And just like that, I was put through round two. A completely different set of receptionist questions, back-to-back. By the end, I felt like I’d been tested for receptionist, assistant, and part-time Avenger all in one sitting.
Longest job interview of my life and I still don’t know if I got the job, but hey, at least I now know how to wrestle a hypothetical dog while answering phones.
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