So this is what it feels like...

[wigglewhiz]

... to be a cat. Stretched out on the couch, warm sunlight spilling over you, drifting off to sleep. Very pleasant. I can see why they do it. This was my post afternoon crash and burn after this morning's DRAMA!

Today was Interview With Company E day. I was... absolutely sick with nerves. I was up until 2:30 am drying and straightening my hair (it takes AGES. If you've seen it, you will understand), and writing out some wanky little document about my awesome projects and skillz. I intended to take the document with me to my interview, cunningly asking if I might refer to notes, and OH, HERE'S A COPY FOR YOU which I would totally leave with them and they would read and I would be all SCORE!

Except, of course, I don't have a printer. As a now-legal-but-still-officially-temporary migrant, I don't own housey things. At all. I have a laptop with a mobile broadband dongle thingie, and that's it. So, Himself very kindly brought home his office printer, so I could hook it up to the printer in the evening and everything would be SWEET.

Fail.

In what seems to be a Grand New Zealand tradition, the printer is ancient. It's driver disk is a FLOPPY. And, oddly enough, I don't have a floppy drive on my laptop. *sigh*

CUE TANGENT!
 
This is really all my own fault - I have had a FORTNIGHT to prepare for this interview, and instead have just largely procrastinated. And this is What I Do - all through University I would put off and put off and put off my graded coursework, only to FREAK OUT about two days before it was due, pull a 48-hour All Nighter fuelled by sugar (from Strawberries and Cream Chupa Chups, if you're interested), and be printing out some completely unchecked, unedited, not-even-proofread piece of nonsense at 3 in the afternoon of the day the damn thing was due in. The drive to University (an hourish) was always fraught with OMG ROADWORKS, or OMG I'M STUCK BEHIND A FUCKING BUS WHY DOES THiS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEEEEE irony dramas, before finally handing the guilty piece in to a dispassionate receptioninst at 5 to 5, officially By The Skin Of Your Fucking Teeth O'Clock.

I don't know WHY I do this, I really don't. I do it with almost everything that relates to me - though interestingly NOT if it's work-related. If it's my own personal dance project, or my University course work, or preparing for an interview (even one for a job I'm really, REALLY interested in) - I avoid and delay and feel guilty about procrastating (because there's nothing AT ALL meta about spending ages feeling guilty about not doing something. YEAH.) and then PANIC and work until the wee hours of the morning. My mother is the same - and she reckons it's because we largely get away with it that we keep doing it. If we actually FAILED because of poor standard of the rush work, then we would make more of an effort to change our work habits. But just *THINK* about the amazing work we could actually do if we prepared PROPERLY and put the hard work in? What a waste. I should feel ashamed, but... instead I've got this post to do and then some emails to read and then I'll probably redraw my Fantasty Studio plans.

/TANGENT!



Anyway! So, Himself and I lugged the printer back to his office at 7am this morning, and I printed out the fruits of my sleep-deprived labours. As I was leaving the shop, his new store manager saw me leaving and asked if I was Herself. I said I indeed was, and we got talking about my job hunt, and how I was getting on, and my interview, and blah blah blah blah. Southland people are like this - Himself has lots of very nice colleagues who are keeping an eye out for jobs for me, asking how I'm getting on in my jobhunt, and generally being Concerned and Neighbourly. Which, obviously, for a Glaswegian city girl, is a bit weird.

Very Nice Store Manager kept me talking for about HALF AN HOUR. And I, of course, was standing there next to the car in my fleece and jeans, having dragged on whatever was lying next to the bed after my MAMMOTH SLEEP OF, LIKE, THREE HOURS. And I had to go home and get changed and put on some slap and I hadn't filled out the pre-interview Questionnaire Sneaky Conflict question yet and and and GAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

So I finally got home, wished I had Homer Simpson's make-up shotgun to blast myself in the face with, did a pretty good approximation of the result of that, scribbled something vaguely non-committal but not as carefully phrased as I would have liked on the Sneaky Questionnaire, shoved myself into my suit and legged it out the door. No time to be nervous. No time to re-read the job desciption like I planned to. No time to re-read whatever bullshit I pulled out of my ass at 2:30 in the morning, either. Fuck, I hope it's not full of "I AM A FISH" comments or something. (moar geek points if you recognise THAT quote, classic comedy fans!)

Got to the office without BEHIND A BUS, ROADWORKS, FUCKING M8 OMFG RAAAAAAAH (bit of a Glasgow reference for you there), or anything else that usually impedes by Drive Of Procrastination Shame. I arrived at 8:50 for my 9am interview, announced myself at reception, and waiting about 5 mins for the interviewer. Whose first remark was "Oh, you're very timely!"

o_O

Uh, yeah. Who on earth is late for an interview? NOT EVEN ME, DUDE. Not even me.

Anyway, the interview went... pretty well. They were very nice, very friendly, very relaxed. I didn't waffle as much as I usually do (although I still think I could probably have answered better), and they seemed genuinely impressed with my answers. I foisted my Stealth Awesomeness document on them under the guise of "notes", and then since we didn't actually "get round to it" in the interview they took their copies so they could read it. SCORE! I asked questions at he end (always the bit of the interview I tend to fluff), and I think generally did pretty well!

Downsides: I was the first candidate. Which means I could be forgettable, but also means I might have managed to set a high standard? I don't know. Kind of a plus and a negative, that one.

Upside: There is no second interview stage faff. And despite the fact that just GETTING TO INTERVIEW STAGE took about 40 Light Years, they've said that since they're only interviewing today and tomorrow (dunno how many people in all, maybe could have asked, dammit) they'll be able to confirm their decision in a week. THANK GOD.

The position is brand new, the project that it'll be overseeing are brand new, and the organisation looks really, REALLY good. The terms and conditions look good (although I just got a brief overview), the chap I'd be reporting into seems really nice and I think we could gel well. I *REALLY* WANT THIS JOB.

Fingers crossed. Tonight I'm writing out my uncomfortably weaselly Thank You notelets, and I'll be popping into the office to leave them with Reception early tomorrow morning. May as well make sure they think of me on both interview days, eh? I AM AWESOME! HIRE ME! Oh pleeeeeeeez! Yes, I sicken even myself with my toadying. But I am beyond the point of shame now, because WAAAAAAAANT.

Wish me luck, dudes. I shall keep you posted, although if I get the job you will probably hear my victory yell from wherever you are on our little blue marble.
 

Comments

Red Dwarf

[evil-spice.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it went well and you'll be a tough act to follow. Good luck!

Re: Red Dwarf

[wigglewhiz.livejournal.com]

We have a winner!!! :oD

[wooglethealien.livejournal.com]

Got everything crossed :-) (even tho I don't believe in that superstitious nonsense!)

[wooglethealien.livejournal.com]

p.s. I also got the Red Dwarf reference, but then I am the sort of freak that went round ebay buying the pre-remastered for the USA market, vintage blatently a big of polystyrene on a string special effects, VHS copies of all the episodes . . . .I still have them somewhere, wonder if they are worth anything?

[wooglethealien.livejournal.com]

BIT of polystyrene

[wigglewhiz.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, I would imagine so!

I *so* wanted one of the box set dealies that came with a Starbug. Wanted! But never got. *sigh*

You were my et to get the reference, because I know how delightfully geeky you are. The Evil one just pipped you to the post. When I build my Fantasy Studio you guys will need to come over. We'll hang out in the jacuzzi watching the original series. Nothing after Kochansky came back in! Blerg!

[suzycat.livejournal.com]

Clare Grogan ruins everything.

[wooglethealien.livejournal.com]

But evil imposter Kochanski was played by Chloë Annett.

C.P Grogen was the original for series 1 only.

[suzycat.livejournal.com]

Well that's all right then! Because I sekritly quite like Clare Grogan. Although she was the cause of much sorrow to my friend whose 80s boyfriend told her apologetically that if the chance arose, he would leave her for Clare Grogan.

[suzycat.livejournal.com]

FINGERS CROSSED.