So. I had the big interview. Woke up at the crack of dawn, gave myself a little time, I made a cup of tea (I'd run out of coffee) after an argument with myself as to whether some caffiene in my system would soothe me some or send me over the edge of a nervous chasm, in the end my mind just screamed "JUST GIVE ME THE FREAKIN' CAFFIENE!" which won. I'd done a little written prep which I'd hoped to have another good read through but the time just evaporated and I had to set off with only a single gulp of tea which in a way was a compromise, if not a waste of tea.
Got there early though not as early as I'd hoped as the site was split over two buildings across and down the road from each other, once I'd sorted this I went and sat and waiting for my executioner, well interviewer but by the rate I was sweating you could have thought either. He came down dressed in black (no hood) and I'd put him as a taller Gareth Barry, not so Barry like that I wanted to leap across the table throttling him whilst yelling "Judas! JUDAS! Look what you began!" so that was a positive for my interview performance. Barry-a-Like said he was waiting for his colleague who promptly arrived, a shortish, older, balding black man who despite wearing stylish glasses looked like Penfold from Dangermouse (He didn't say "Crumbs!" or "Ooh-Eck!" Once though. Disappointing)
Penfold said what his name was on two occasions (it wasn't Penfold), I have no idea what he said it was, it was unusual but that's as much as I could gather. I'll just have to hope and pray that I never have to address him by name and if by some miracle I do get the job avoid it's use at all costs until I see it written down or hear someone else say it with clarity, judging by me not grasping it on two attempts though I can only imagine that EVERYONE who works there avoids his name so I'll probably have to eye the ID card he was wearing.
The interview went as well it could, I bragged about what I've done, I bragged about what I can do I said how very, very much I would love to be a part of their brilliant business til my voice was so dry I was hoping Penfold or Barry-a-Like might offer me a glass of water. They didn't offer me a glass of water. In the end I'm short of a lot of what they need and I know jobs are being swamped with people with the adequate, appropriate experience and qualifications so if I'm unsuccessful I won't be too shaken, toward the end Barry-a-Like said that there is to be another round of interviews where they will be assessing whether we are relevant to the roles with questions about what we've done. "I've just bragged myself dry about what I've done!" I thought (obviously I didn't say that, I can imagine it wouldn't have been good interview etiquette).
Another interview? I feel like I'm releasing a film or something. I wonder if being told there is a second set of interviews is a positive, I mean if I wasn't going to get there why even bring them up? I didn't ask, that said Barry-a-Like (who seemed to prefer me to Penfold who seemed to be watching me with suspicion or wariness as opposed to Barry-a-Like's enthusiasm - this may have just been down to their differences in age though or completely in my imagination) could have just mentioned it as he evil like his name sake. Maybe they're related, definitely can't rule that out. So now it's just a matter of waiting.
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