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Poor Hr....


Hi there...have u ever taken anybody's interview? yes?no? well anyways i did this summer....worked as an Hr exec.(was very proud of meself..lolz) dozens of ppl came in for interviews almost everyday.Well we followed a pattern...asking question..GD's& P.I's.

"wat is ur favourite colour?".....one of the questions asked, guess it sounds like an easy one but read on further to be tickled with surprises...
Candidate:1
My favourite colour is pink....(boy) cause my girlfriend likes pink*& i suit in it.

Candidate:2
My fav colour is red cause my gurlfriend wear red every sunday& she looked beautiful in it.well now asked wat if she plans to wear any other colour? applause to the devoted B/f, his colour choices wud change too!..wats in a colour ha!
Candidate:3
My fav colour is green cause the colour of leaves is green & it cools my eyes.yawwwwwwwnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!
Candidate:4
My fav colour is Black( this ones my fav too..the reply)..because i looks good in it, also because my girlfriend is "black!"ewwwwwwwwwwww....he kinda understood tht he had made a huge mistake.Disqualified!!!
Candidate:5
i loooovvvvvvee white! cause my mom likes white.when asked,why don u have a fav colur?everyone's mom may havea particular colour so wats ur fav?he was like its white..cause i love my mom a lot..hehehe..choooooooo chwwwwwwweeeeetttttttt!!!.

well this was hardly anything....juss a bit of the actual thing..anyways happy blogging!
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