After a night of sulking, you eventually accept your lot, and begin performing an autopsy on exactly what happened during that interview. You ask yourself what went wrong. Was it my outfit? Did I stutter? Did my leg shake? Countless questions race through your mind, but the central question still remains -- I bombed the interview, now what?
I've been fortunate to have had some incredible mentors in my life, and with them the ability to sit in on and be surrounded by people that far exceed my current skill level. I seek these situations out because I know that the most effective way to grow is to play with and against people that are more skilled than you.
I hate to be slavish to rules. When I interview, there's this spidey sense that goes off when things don't seem right. I get lots of attempts at "bait and switch" where subvendors will submit a candidate who will phone screen (under the name of another person), then they'll send that "B-player" in for the assignment. So, you listen. But that's a separate issue.