I'm leaving my current job on Friday after just 10 months. I did
start it full of enthusiasm, it is well paid but I never got to grips
with the place, or the management style of one individual.
So I'm job hunting again, a year after the last
time. And I bagged an interview on Monday which if it worked out, would
mean an end to my worries again. So I turned up and
instead of a shining corporate tower, found myself outside a
portacabin. This would represent quite a dramatic change from my
current comfortable working conditions where I have a bar on-site and
two restaurants and a health club (which i never used but it was nice
that it was so close) Still, I need a job, and if it has to be in a
portacabin, give me the keys and let me in. Alas I
was a shambling, rambling, dribbling idiot of an interviewee. I was
worse that worse Jack McWorse of worsington, a bigger idiot than the
biggest idiot in idiotworld. I don't know what happened, but a torrent
of nonsense spewed from my mouth. My inner-voice was telling me to
stop, breathe, make sense. But the message was not reaching my voice
which continued to sink me into a treacle-like morass from which i
could not escape from. The interviewers tried
everything to get me to calm down, heavy hints, even basically
answering the questions for me, but nothing could help me, all the life
belts they threw, I launched back with interest. I
thanked them and left and emerged into the sunlight again (released
back into the community more -like) and banged my forehead in
frustration, as I was outside their portacabin, they could probably see
me doing this and understood perfectly that I had screwed up royally.
When I got home, I heard that Lleyton Hewitt, the
reigning Wimbledon champion had been knocked out of the tournament in
the first round. I think I knew how he felt, like him I thought I'd be
lifting the trophy but fell as a result of a series of school boys
errors. I couldn't return one service and hit the net ball after ball.
?..back to the drawing board.