The Temporary Offices (by Maxim)
I had left plenty of time to make the interview, and I was happy about that. The company's offices were on a side street in a run-down former-industrial park. Eventually, I found the unmarked door and buzzed my way in. After climbing some metal stairs I met the receptionist who asked me to take a seat. Turning around, the seat turned out to be a busted sofa with a grubby paint-spotted dust sheet over it, which I tried to interpret as a homely small-company thing.
As I sat there I surveyed piles of binders on top of cardboard document boxes on top of filing cabinets, acting as a wall to delineate the reception area. Soon enough I was brought to the meeting room, which allowed me to survey trailing chained multi-way AC outlets across the bare concrete floor and network cables dangling from the exposed AC ducts, the unfinished brick walls and yet more piles of documents acting as walls.
The interview went mostly okay and I aced the programming test. But then, near the usual "any questions" question, things took a turn for the worst.
"So, I can see these offices are temporary," I asked, "when are you expecting to move?"
He gave a confused look. "What do you mean, "temporary?"
"Well, with the trailing wires and piles of binders—"
"We've been here two years," he interrupted, "we designed the decor this way especially and I think it's quite stylish."
Somehow the interview wrapped up very quickly and I never heard back.
From http://thedailywtf.com/Articles/I-Guess-So,-Computer-Skills,-and-The-Temporary-Offices.aspx
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