Three Days Later

It’s been a hectic week following on from the interview on Tuesday.

First of all, I got the offer by the end of Wednesday, so that’s my 100% success ratio intact. Still dependent on references (which shouldn’t be an issue) and all that, so no confirmed start date as yet, but still, success is mine.

Since then it’s just been fun and games with the last week of the existing contract. A combination of factors worked to make it – interesting. Yeah, that’s a good word. And that level of ‘interesting’ kept me busy, with little to no time for writing, or doing anything else. Hence a small hiatus here on D4D™.

There’s a couple of other bits that have come up as well, which I’m sure I’ll write more about over time. At least one is due for some good juicy rants about bureaucracy, inefficiency and government organisations. Should be fun.

Still, my current contract has now finished, and all has been left on good terms. The coming week is looking like a week “off”, except that Monday is already booked for a meeting down near Southampton with an existing client, and Tuesday is booked up with getting the car MOT sorted (as well as a replacement wheel-bearing)  Of course, if I were sensible I’d have swapped the days round on those two, but sometimes that’s just the way things go.


Interview – Thoughts

So – the interview seemed to go pretty well. I found the place – which was more of a struggle than it should’ve been – and was nearly late as a result, but managed it OK. It was annoying, because it turned out I should’ve just trusted my own sense of direction, rather than assuming that the street numbering was logical.

Basically, the interview was at number 30 on the road in question, and the first building number visible was 80. I walked in the direction I thought I needed to be going in, and the numbers went up, so I turned round, went the other way, and the road disappeared. Utter confusion. Turns out numbers 1 to 79 are on one side of the road in sequential order, then you cross the road, and it goes from 80 – 160 (I assume) are on the other side. Which was, it’s fair to say, NOT what I’d expected. Fuck London and it’s non-standard street organisation.

Anyway, I got there just about on time, and all was fine, if warm.

The entire interview went well, and was really more of a glorified chat than a standard HR “Q&A” session. I always figure that’s a good sign, at least.

All told we spoke for two hours, and it all looks promising. We covered all the important stuff – and one hell of a lot of less relevant stuff that still established that we all seemed to be a pretty good match personality-wise – and it seems good.

I should know more in the next couple of days.  I’m feeling a bit pessimistic, because if I really want a job it usually doesn’t come up – and I really want this one.  But I’ll find out soon enough.


First Interview of 2014

Today is the day of my first interview in 2014. It’s in London and for a job I really would like. It’s a permanent role rather than contracting, but the rest of it is pretty much ideal for me and the way I want/hope to do things.

In an ideal world, I’d like to keep my 100%-success rate from last year’s interview total, but well, let’s see.