At one point I had an interview with a Dutch psychologist who seemed like a rather strange fellow.
It started off with "Draw a person," when I drew a face.
"Is that a man or a woman?"
"A man."
"Now draw a woman."
Moving along we had to draw a "dream tree" and a "fantasy tree." Finally we got to the Rorschach test, all these ink-blot cards that looked like vaginas or crotches or something else vaguely v-shaped and hairy, many of them tinted red! So this one was a butterfly and that one was a dragon, and I passed the test.
Later, the company dispensed with his services after a series of total weirdos showed up. The stand-out was a Canadian who promised us that he had made a list of all of us who had annoyed and harassed him, when he was going to hire a Mafia hit man, back in Canada, to have us killed. Phew!
At another time I took a Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory (MMPI) with this question that asked whether I would rather wash wounded soldiers or else teach young children to sing. Hmmm ....