After a relatively good
night’s sleep I was raring to go to today’s interview. On with
the shirt, and on with the tie. It’s odd – I miss wearing a tie
to work. I left earlier than I needed to (to be sure I wouldn’t
be late) and was soon at the Holiday Inn in Sevenoaks. It seemed
an odd venue for an interview for a company which was actually based
fifty miles elsewhere; but what do I know.
I got there with time to
spare, and sat in my car and planned what I would say – all about
me, why I want to sell their products, why I am the man for the job.
And I got fed up with waiting and went into the hotel, introduced
myself at reception, got taken to a waiting area, and spent more time
planning what answers I might give to questions.
I got in ten minutes
later than expected; there was only one chap interviewing; he was
very friendly and welcoming. I got to give my practised spiel all
about me; and my practised spiel all about how I’ve been trying to
sell things. And for much of the rest of the interview I listened to
what the job would entail. It sounds good. I can only hope that I
sounded as good. At the end of the interview the chap gave me his
card, and I’ve sent an email confirming my interest. I hope that
was the right thing to do.
And then more hope. Over
a spot of lunch the phone rang. It was an agency with a possible job
opening. And then another agency with another potential opening. To
think that a week or so ago I was on the point of giving up the job
hunting as a waste of time.
I had an email –
requesting the use of my writing talents. I wrote the flier below for
a firm called “BuzzHosting”, and immediately after I
published it my blog crashed. It’s been doing that from time to
time just lately; I wish it wouldn’t. I now have three days to see
if I get paid for the advert I’ve just done. I wonder if it will
come up with anything? On reflection I could have done a better job -
it was a bit of a rush job. Perhaps if I'd spent more than five
minutes doing it and less than two hours playing "Angry
Birds"?
Being Tuesday the clans
gathered - this time at Somerset Road. Insults were exchanged, and we
watched the last episode of season two of "Being Human".
Inbetween times some of us played "Draw Something".
Shart...?
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