Worrisome days
Ok so I think I'm sh*tting myself.
Dilemma 1
Tomorrow morning at 8:30, in 24 hours precisely, I have a third round interview with this small consultancy company at which I've been trying to get a new job. I've been told quite reliably, by an inside source, that this is the sort of stage where you get given a case study problem, and have to do a little song-and-dance about it (not literally!).
Essentially, you're playing a consultant who's pitching a solution to a company about whatever change management / business consulting / performance improvement project they need.
Apparently, it's also the stage where you completely have to fight the impulse to hand that paper right back to them and say 'thanks for your time', and walk out. Hurrrrrr.
Now I only found out about this interview yesterday afternoon - Wed. And this thing is on Friday! Arrrrrrrrrrgh. See? Sh*tting my pants. Am I ready for it? Hell no! Am I going to lose sleep over it? Frak yes!
It's my fault really. I told them last week that I wanted the interview this week. Now, at the time, as they hadn't really come back to me early in the week, I didn't think I'd hear from them again. Something to do with my rather demanding and tetchy response about being told that they could slot me in at the end of June. End of June! I first met with them on the 25th April, and had my second interview the week after Breakout.
I wanted to have this killed off before the weekend - it's my birthday! I didn't want to have to stress out about some stupid hair-raising run-you-thru-the-mill interview thingimabob while I was busy getting drunk, eating to much, and being generally obnoxious!
Sigh.
Take it like a man, woman! [oh, you mean whine and complain and sulk and go punch something?! like that?]
Dilemma 2
It's my birthday this weekend, and as per our custom, we have the big barbie bash of the summer on that weekend. Now, this IS England so weather is a chancy thing, and weather forecasts are pretty much the throwing-a-dart-while-blindfolded kind of guess.
BUT IT'S LOOKING BOLLOCKS!
*bites nails* *pulls out hair* There is no way in hell we can fit almost 40 people in our house. I live in Central London - it's saving grace is that we actually have a decent-sized garden. That's where everyone's supposed to be - outside, in the garden, spilling over into the green behind the house. Eating food, dropping food, drinking beer, spilling beer, making big messy footprints... OUTSIDE!
So all of you have to do a little no-rain-dance for me, puh-lease!
Oh, and if you can send brainiac/be-cool-sodapop vibes my way for tomorrow morning, that would be great also!
Particularly as this whole interview thing is conflicting with my prepping for the big bday barbie thing! I am going to get sooooo drunk on Saturday.
Dilemma 1
Tomorrow morning at 8:30, in 24 hours precisely, I have a third round interview with this small consultancy company at which I've been trying to get a new job. I've been told quite reliably, by an inside source, that this is the sort of stage where you get given a case study problem, and have to do a little song-and-dance about it (not literally!).
Essentially, you're playing a consultant who's pitching a solution to a company about whatever change management / business consulting / performance improvement project they need.
Apparently, it's also the stage where you completely have to fight the impulse to hand that paper right back to them and say 'thanks for your time', and walk out. Hurrrrrr.
Now I only found out about this interview yesterday afternoon - Wed. And this thing is on Friday! Arrrrrrrrrrgh. See? Sh*tting my pants. Am I ready for it? Hell no! Am I going to lose sleep over it? Frak yes!
It's my fault really. I told them last week that I wanted the interview this week. Now, at the time, as they hadn't really come back to me early in the week, I didn't think I'd hear from them again. Something to do with my rather demanding and tetchy response about being told that they could slot me in at the end of June. End of June! I first met with them on the 25th April, and had my second interview the week after Breakout.
I wanted to have this killed off before the weekend - it's my birthday! I didn't want to have to stress out about some stupid hair-raising run-you-thru-the-mill interview thingimabob while I was busy getting drunk, eating to much, and being generally obnoxious!
Sigh.
Take it like a man, woman! [oh, you mean whine and complain and sulk and go punch something?! like that?]
Dilemma 2
It's my birthday this weekend, and as per our custom, we have the big barbie bash of the summer on that weekend. Now, this IS England so weather is a chancy thing, and weather forecasts are pretty much the throwing-a-dart-while-blindfolded kind of guess.
BUT IT'S LOOKING BOLLOCKS!
*bites nails* *pulls out hair* There is no way in hell we can fit almost 40 people in our house. I live in Central London - it's saving grace is that we actually have a decent-sized garden. That's where everyone's supposed to be - outside, in the garden, spilling over into the green behind the house. Eating food, dropping food, drinking beer, spilling beer, making big messy footprints... OUTSIDE!
So all of you have to do a little no-rain-dance for me, puh-lease!
Oh, and if you can send brainiac/be-cool-sodapop vibes my way for tomorrow morning, that would be great also!
Particularly as this whole interview thing is conflicting with my prepping for the big bday barbie thing! I am going to get sooooo drunk on Saturday.