After the interview the recruiter sent me an email and told me that he wouldn't work with me anymore as I was hostile during the interview.
It was insanely bizarre. It was like being found guilty without ever even being given a trial or being told there was a trial.
The interviewer comes in and starts berating me for not finishing and how I must’ve gone to a bad school, must not be smart, etc. Then he goes on and on about how I’m clearly not suited for the job and his young assistant is sitting beside him laughing.
It was a crazy interview. I mentally gave up after a few minutes because the guy was clearly fucking with me and didn’t want me, so I started giving smart ass responses since there was no reason to let myself get beat up.
I get a call a few hours later telling me I can start any time. I told the recruiter to tell the company that the interviewer was a dick (in nicer words) and I’d pass.
Worse than no feedback is opposite feedback. Don’t play mental games with people.
After lunch interview was with a xoogler and everyone earlier warned me it would be a “google interview”. So he struts in and asks what I know about number theory. I say nothing and he tells me he was a math major and proceeded to ask math proof questions and push on the math side of things the whole time. Weirdly instead of asking how to make a Cartesian product in SQL he had this round about way of describing baseball players and teams and generating a report of games played.
So as it went on I gave up. He asked me toward the end how many prime numbers there are... I answered “optimus prime”. He looked at me and asked if I seriously wanted him to write down “optimus prime” for my answer and I swear on my life I looked at him and said “yep. Autobots roll out”.
Man I've been steady on the job hunt and I have to say I needed a funny story like this. Thank you.
I'd like to think there is a good follow up but my guess is you got ghosted.
I don't think it's possible to have a finite number of primes though? But it's a programming interview, so really, who gives a shit?!
In your example it would be (2 * 3) + 1 = 7, prime.
This is Euclid's proof [1] and it's some 2300 years old.
I was distraught by it, but then I talked to a friend and he told me - well, maybe they were looking for someone to handle stress really well, and it's not you.
Looking back, I think it was utterly bizarre (for a programming job, anyway). But, hey, to each his own.