Another day, another interview
For anyone who sees me regularly (which, now that I think about it, is just my family at the moment), there's a very quick way of working out exactly how active I've been in the job interview front lately, and that is by measuring my beard. Not with a ruler, I hasten to add, but just a general view of how well shaven I am will show you accurately when I last had a job interview. Kind of like cutting a tree open and counting its rings will tell you its age, only in this case you could examine me without a saw, thankfully.
So if you were to examine me today, you would find considerably less hair than usual on my face, which can only mean one thing: I had a job interview yesterday.
Shame, then, that the day was one of the worst in living memory for me. Firstly, as the job was in the Southampton area, I was out of the house from 8:30am until 10:00pm yesterday and the majority of that time was spent on trains with at least a half hour delay each. Or waiting on platforms in the freezing cold. To put this into some kind of perspective, on trains alone I managed to listen to 11 episodes of On the Hour and 6 episodes of The Very World of Milton Jones. That's a long time travelling.
Which would have been fine if it weren't for the fact I'd developed a splitting headache which was immune to the paracetamol I was eventually able to pick up (because of train delays, I didn't have time to get them before my interview, so went in feeling terrible). Every time I moved my head, I got stabbing pains like someone hacking an axe between my brain's hemispheres. Which obviously isn't conducive to a good interview performance.
I eventually got a taxi to take me to the place (which I discovered was an office on a farm with few footpaths, and thus wasn't really walkable) where the driver insisted on reciting some of his poetry when he discovered was an English graduate (honestly! I really couldn't make this up). Still, the experience wasn't too bad as I called the same guy to take me back to the station.
Actually, I don't remember a great deal of the interview... I think I've done worse, and they did use the phrase "very good" at the end, though whether they were referring to my skills and experience, or that they were just relieved it was over is anyone's guess.
All that remained was the 5 hour train trip back to Derby, with my head pounding everytime the train shook. So to surminse: £20 spent on Taxis, £40 spent on train tickets, 10 hours spent on a train. I'd best bloody get this job.
Or at the very least, reimbursed my train fare.
So if you were to examine me today, you would find considerably less hair than usual on my face, which can only mean one thing: I had a job interview yesterday.
Shame, then, that the day was one of the worst in living memory for me. Firstly, as the job was in the Southampton area, I was out of the house from 8:30am until 10:00pm yesterday and the majority of that time was spent on trains with at least a half hour delay each. Or waiting on platforms in the freezing cold. To put this into some kind of perspective, on trains alone I managed to listen to 11 episodes of On the Hour and 6 episodes of The Very World of Milton Jones. That's a long time travelling.
Which would have been fine if it weren't for the fact I'd developed a splitting headache which was immune to the paracetamol I was eventually able to pick up (because of train delays, I didn't have time to get them before my interview, so went in feeling terrible). Every time I moved my head, I got stabbing pains like someone hacking an axe between my brain's hemispheres. Which obviously isn't conducive to a good interview performance.
I eventually got a taxi to take me to the place (which I discovered was an office on a farm with few footpaths, and thus wasn't really walkable) where the driver insisted on reciting some of his poetry when he discovered was an English graduate (honestly! I really couldn't make this up). Still, the experience wasn't too bad as I called the same guy to take me back to the station.
Actually, I don't remember a great deal of the interview... I think I've done worse, and they did use the phrase "very good" at the end, though whether they were referring to my skills and experience, or that they were just relieved it was over is anyone's guess.
All that remained was the 5 hour train trip back to Derby, with my head pounding everytime the train shook. So to surminse: £20 spent on Taxis, £40 spent on train tickets, 10 hours spent on a train. I'd best bloody get this job.
Or at the very least, reimbursed my train fare.