Sometimes, When I Look Deep In Your Eyes, I Swear I Can See My Soul
There are days when you shouldn’t get out of bed. Events conspire against you, showing you that there is no such thing as free will but just fate.
But the problem is there is no advance warning to what the day has in store for you, in fact the early part of the day is just like any other. You know, getting up, having your hair cut, grabbing something to eat. You check your watch and note that if you leave now you’ll arrive with plenty of time to spare. You’ve checked before hand the times of the trains. But you forget about the reliability of British Rail. It was only going to be a couple of minutes late but it should of tipped you off to how the rest of the journey was going to unfold; not in your favour. Train arrives and you sit back with Kerouac’s On The Road as your travelling companion. Train stops at the end of the line and you get off with the realization that you forgot to write down the name of the person you are meeting. All your mind can throw up is Eric, or at least you think that’s his first name. Quick run through all the other names beginning with E. Ed, no. Eugene, definitely not. Um… bugger can’t think of any others. So Eric it must be. You quickly check that you did at least write the address down. You already know you did but still, nothing like a double check just to be share. Yup there it is written on the back of a Gosh comic list and yes the name is still missing. Changing from train to tube you check to see what line you need to be on. District line going to Richmond or Wimbledon, getting off at Hammersmith. Simple really. You let the first tube train go and get on the second. Find a seat and settle back with Kerouac. Time passes, pages turn, tube stations go by. You briefly take note of the name of the stations. All on course to arrive early still to see Eric what’s his name. Hope there is only one Eric that works there. Time passes, pages turn, tube satiations pass by. Paddington station. You know Paddington, other then being the place where the bear was found, you were here recently for Glastonbury. But this is all wrong. Quick check of the map and yes you’re on the wrong train. But how, you checked before you got on it, in fact you double checked before you boarded but obviously you should of triple checked. Looking at the tube map you realise you can get take another line that will get you to your destination. You have twenty minutes before the interview starts. It takes five minutes to get to the Hammersmith and City line, it being from the furthest point of the station that you are currently at. Hmmm it says that it will take fifteen minutes to get to Hammersmith, so lets hope a train arrives now. Another five minutes go by before a train arrives. Now you know you are going to be late. But wait there is a god, you arrive five minutes early. The interview starts in a couple of minutes but the office, from looking at the A-Z is right by the station. Number 2 Queen Street is what you need. A quick glance at a number tells you that you are at 38 and need to go further down. Crossing roads and looking for the office you arrive at the Thames. This not good. Somewhere you have missed the office. Cross over to the other side of the road and start making your way up. Typical, you find that this is one of those funny streets, where on one side it says 38, it does not say 37 on the other side but 2. Bring glasses next time. Hmmm still somehow you are only 7 minutes late. Go in, cross fingers and say to the receptionist, ‘Hi, I have an appointment with Eric.’ She picks up the phone and calls ahead to let Eric know that you have arrived. Eric, the only Eric it turns out (thank god) meets you and before you can even apologise for being late he apologise for the fact that he only has half hour as he has a flight to catch. So you condense your thirty minute spiel down to fifteen and listen to what he has to say. You part company being informed that he will phone you in the next week about a second meeting. All in all that went pretty well considering everything else.
You know, there are far less stressful ways to arrive for an interview for a job.
But the problem is there is no advance warning to what the day has in store for you, in fact the early part of the day is just like any other. You know, getting up, having your hair cut, grabbing something to eat. You check your watch and note that if you leave now you’ll arrive with plenty of time to spare. You’ve checked before hand the times of the trains. But you forget about the reliability of British Rail. It was only going to be a couple of minutes late but it should of tipped you off to how the rest of the journey was going to unfold; not in your favour. Train arrives and you sit back with Kerouac’s On The Road as your travelling companion. Train stops at the end of the line and you get off with the realization that you forgot to write down the name of the person you are meeting. All your mind can throw up is Eric, or at least you think that’s his first name. Quick run through all the other names beginning with E. Ed, no. Eugene, definitely not. Um… bugger can’t think of any others. So Eric it must be. You quickly check that you did at least write the address down. You already know you did but still, nothing like a double check just to be share. Yup there it is written on the back of a Gosh comic list and yes the name is still missing. Changing from train to tube you check to see what line you need to be on. District line going to Richmond or Wimbledon, getting off at Hammersmith. Simple really. You let the first tube train go and get on the second. Find a seat and settle back with Kerouac. Time passes, pages turn, tube stations go by. You briefly take note of the name of the stations. All on course to arrive early still to see Eric what’s his name. Hope there is only one Eric that works there. Time passes, pages turn, tube satiations pass by. Paddington station. You know Paddington, other then being the place where the bear was found, you were here recently for Glastonbury. But this is all wrong. Quick check of the map and yes you’re on the wrong train. But how, you checked before you got on it, in fact you double checked before you boarded but obviously you should of triple checked. Looking at the tube map you realise you can get take another line that will get you to your destination. You have twenty minutes before the interview starts. It takes five minutes to get to the Hammersmith and City line, it being from the furthest point of the station that you are currently at. Hmmm it says that it will take fifteen minutes to get to Hammersmith, so lets hope a train arrives now. Another five minutes go by before a train arrives. Now you know you are going to be late. But wait there is a god, you arrive five minutes early. The interview starts in a couple of minutes but the office, from looking at the A-Z is right by the station. Number 2 Queen Street is what you need. A quick glance at a number tells you that you are at 38 and need to go further down. Crossing roads and looking for the office you arrive at the Thames. This not good. Somewhere you have missed the office. Cross over to the other side of the road and start making your way up. Typical, you find that this is one of those funny streets, where on one side it says 38, it does not say 37 on the other side but 2. Bring glasses next time. Hmmm still somehow you are only 7 minutes late. Go in, cross fingers and say to the receptionist, ‘Hi, I have an appointment with Eric.’ She picks up the phone and calls ahead to let Eric know that you have arrived. Eric, the only Eric it turns out (thank god) meets you and before you can even apologise for being late he apologise for the fact that he only has half hour as he has a flight to catch. So you condense your thirty minute spiel down to fifteen and listen to what he has to say. You part company being informed that he will phone you in the next week about a second meeting. All in all that went pretty well considering everything else.
You know, there are far less stressful ways to arrive for an interview for a job.