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TIFU by saying “YouTube Torte Tuli-Os” over and over causing me to lose a job at the literal last minute.

Not today, but a little over year ago, I (29F) had an interview with a company that I NAILED. The whole time I was thinking “yes b****, you got this” while nailing every question. They told me during the interview how impressive my cover letter was, how they wanted me to come do a paid shift to see how the position fit me, and how they thought if this position didn’t work, they could look into another at a new location they were opening in 2024. I was ready to get up, give a stellar handshake, and wait for a call I KNEW was coming.

This is… until they gave me one final “for fun” question.

“Who would you put on your Mount Rushmore?”

I knew it was coming, so I already had thought of my answers. I gave my first three and bonded with the three male interviewers on some of our people matching up. With a bolt of confidence, I added that my fourth and final choice was Paul Hollywood from the Great British Bake Off. To my surprise, no one knew who he was or had the love for him I did. Flabbergasted, I said that I watched the show and had his most recent cook book. I went to add that I had watched some of his YouTube Tutorials, but that’s not what came out of my mouth.

“YouTube Torte Tuli-Os” came out.

I was shocked and went to correct myself, but I kept repeating “YouTube Torte Tuli-Os.” It started with just me calmly saying this phrase again to just see if it was just a one time mistake, apologizing once or twice. It quickly turned into frustration. I began angrily repeating “YouTube Torte Tuli-Os…. YouTube… Tutorials… YouTube Torte Tuli-Os” over and over and over, getting more and more frustrated feeling like I MUST prove myself.

After about two minutes (but felt like twenty), the most intimidating of the three men interviewing me said “YouTube Tutorials.” Giving me an out.

But I had too much pride. I tried saying it once or twice more before saying “YouTube Videos” instead. The interview quickly ended and went from a “we’ll schedule a time for you to come do a paid shadow shift” to radio silence. Who knows what could’ve been if I hadn’t of picked Paul Hollywood as my fourth person on my Mount Rushmore…

TL;DR Paul Hollywood ruined my chances of getting my dream job.

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