It was my first “real” job after grad school, so I was still very young. The company was holding an open house for interviews after hours, and they asked me to participate.
I was one of the interviewers.
I walked to our lobby to greet my next candidate, a gentleman who was probably mid-40s, dressed reasonably but not particularly impressively. It was easy to tell instantly that he thought he was Very Important, and that the formality of an interview was a nuisance.
