I had been with the same company for over a decade and decided it was time to move on, so this was my first job interview in a very long time. I was more than a little stressed out about it… Suit ? Cleaned and pressed. Tie ? Tied and straight. Shoes shined. Socks match. Ok, time to go.
As I’m heading out the door, my daughter (who was about 4 at the time) rushed up and said « Daddy, take this for good luck ! » and handed me a little plastic cow from a barnyard play set. I gave her a big hug, and rushed off, hoping I wouldn’t be late.
After several hours of being poked and prodded technically, and feeling pretty good about it, I’m sitting across from the VP of HR, a middle aged woman wearing a conservative suit, who says « I’ve heard good things from the interview team, but I do have one concern… »
« …You look like a pretty straight-laced guy, and, well, things get a little crazy here from time to time. How do I know you’ll fit in ? »
Without thinking I blurted out, « I have a cow in my pocket ! »
There was a moment of very awkward silence, and I was convinced I’d just blown it, but I found the cow, and set it on the table. Another second or two went by before she burst out laughing.
I got the job.