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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Day Seven in unemployment hell. Another day, another freakin’ job interview. This one went spectacularly badly – I was in and out of the badly decorated office in less than ten minutes, which I always take as a bad sign. Being interviewed by three different people is very difficult, because you don’t know who to project most of your answers too – particularly if they don’t quite define themselves or their role at the beginning. Plus, we all had to sit at this massive round table while I sat at the top in King Arthur’s position and nearly gave myself whiplash trying to look everyone in the eye at the same time.

I walked out of that office and immediately texted two people to tell them just how much I sucked, walked down to the shop, momentarily considered buying cigarettes and instead settled for an ice pop. Sat on a wall eating that and thinking about how rubbish the whole world is, and was just about to set off for yet another interview when my phone rang. It was the agency that had sent me to the disastrous interview, and apparently in the half-hour between me leaving the office and this call, they had offered me the job. Which goes to show just how rubbish a judge I am at how these things go. I shall no longer trust my own opinion.

I don’t know if I’m going to take it – they didn’t seem particularly friendly, the job sounds like a bit of a nightmare and a little bit too similar to the one I just left, and it’s a heck of a long walk from my house to their offices. So I’m going to hang about and see how well tomorrow’s interview goes.

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