Having a "meh" moment. God knows why, I had a good morning at Hemsby with my mate, doing a bit of bargain hunting at the car boot - always a favourite. It was nice seeing Kate as I don't get to see her often and her little baby boy was nothing short of angelic - the only noise he made all morning was laughter. That's the kind of child I like! Came back home, caught a few more rays (burns), then went to a job interview. Ah. There it is.
There's something about job interviews that make me feel like I've just been caught shoplifting and must endure interrogation. Sometimes they give you this look of pity and I know it's probably because although I'm making a great effort to answer all their questions with fantastic answers they've already chosen someone for the job and they're just humouring me. Then there are the other kind of interviewers who look at you like you're on trial for murder. The one question I think it's pretty ridiculous to ask interviewees is; "Why did you apply for this job"? If it were for a major corporation, or somewhere really exciting like Disneyworld, or Pinewood Studios, I'd understand, because people specifically apply for them because they're fun to work for! (well, maybe with the exception of Disneyland in Paris at the moment!). Plus a major corporation could mean big bucks. But an office administrator position? Receptionist for the local physiotherapy unit? Why would I want to apply for the job....? Because I need money. "Well actually I have no fucking interest in your recent sales figures/patients attended to in the last year, I just need to pay my fucking credit card bill."
The interview at my last job was great - she searched for me on Facebook and found we had a mutual friend! We spent half an hour talking about how crazy our mutual friend is and how funny she gets when she's rat-arsed. I totally pissed it. Best interview ever! But for every (rare) interview like that, you get a hundred nasty ones where they ask you trick questions or ask you for an example of "when was the last time you had to deal with an awkward customer"? Of course I can't say "Well the last time I had to deal with an awkward customer I 'accidently' deleted their customer record and called them c*unt while their back was turned". I'm very good in interviews, but I hate them. I dread them. Now I know that no matter how well I'd do in that job, all it takes is for someone else to have an extra year of experience than me, or a better accent than me, or even just being better looking. I truly believe that some employers pick their candidates on a "eeny meeny miney mo" basis.
But aside from the boring subject of work (that I've just spent two paragraphs talking about!) I am pleased to update you with the latest on Mr Z. He rang yesterday and we chatted and, although he may have been ever-so-slightly inebriated (not impressed) I was hugely impressed to hear that he didn't have a Suffolk accent. HOORAH! It's a very important factor to me, what with my family all from "dahhhn Sarf", that I don't pick a boyfriend (pick a boyfriend? Like I have a choice!) with a strong accent. I come from a long line of piss-takers, it would be excruciating. I'd also actually like to add here that I use the word "boyfriend" rather loosely, given the fact that we haven't actually met yet. What do I call him at the moment? I'm not sure there's a name. Potential love interest? Oops, shit, I retract the word "love", I know how some blokes shit themselves over that. This is the thing I always have trouble with when it's still quite casual, do we see other people in the meantime (not that I have options!) or do we treat it as if we could be going out so therefore am kinda seeing each other? But not. Not seeing each other that is. Coz we haven't met. Oh dear god it hurts. I'm off to take a headache pill....and in the meantime maybe Mr Z can decide. Or not. Whatever.
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