Had my second interview this morning, went pretty much the way of the first one, Penfold gazing at me like I was eyeing up his only daughter and Barry-A-Like looking quietly impressed. He's enigmatic Penfold, I get the sense that you could never read what he's thinking, still don't know his real name either, maybe he just said some made up name in a purposeful manner that I couldn't understand to maintain his level of aloofness. It's hard to put your true character across in an interview, it is so formal and constrained I try to remain light hearted and laid back as I am but quips are disarmed and it feels as though you are talking to people who are viewing you through the scope of a rifle.
Penfold probably would have fired if he had a rifle, he doesn't look very happy with what life is currently offering him. I think if I do get the job I better warn everyone he looks like a man on the edge to me and not to lend him their rifle. I really don't know how it went, it's odd knowing there were two of us left vying for the job, I wonder if he needs this job more than me, we don't know each other, we don't know how good the other is, it's like two people playing a tennis final with blindfolds on, well it's not really like that at all, well I hope not, I'm rubbish at tennis.
Righty regaled me with a story that when he was leaving work yesterday afternoon the police were arriving and he asked what happened this morning, he was told a manager on our level had phoned the police because he could smell alcohol on a driver making a delivery. The person who had told Righty this story apparently chuckled as he explained that everyone else thought the alcohol smell was most likely some of that anti-bacterial hand gel that they have in the office that a few people had recently used. The police turned up, the breathalyser they had didn't work so they had to go away and return back later (by which time the driver was becoming more agitated) with a new breathalyser some two hours after the original call. He was all clear and eventually let go irate that he had been holed up and accused of drinking. The manager himself approached Righty later (whilst I was there) saying "I heard you were wondering why the police were here?" and then went on to explain how this driver was so obviously out of his tree and wreaked of booze but the two hours had allowed him to sober.
It's a funny thing perspective. I wondered whether the manager in question had potentially saved lives or whether perhaps he was an idiot. Better to be safe than sorry they say. That's why I never apologise. Much better to be safe.... In the knowledge that you are/ were right.
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