I'm feeling like a big pair of pants this evening. Not a nice saucy Agent Provocateur number, not even a nice 'n' basic pair of M&S briefs. Oh no, I'm swinging more towards a pair of brown synthetic Y-fronts, circa 1965 - complete with coordinating skiddies!
The reason for my pantiness? Today was my first redundancy induced job interview! My first opportunity to gain willful (and skillful) employment ready for when I get chucked out on my ear by my current employer. Judging by my mood I don't really think you need to ask how it went do you?
Needless to say I waffled on about crap, answered questions they didn't ask, and eluded to the ones they did. Didn't really make it clear how my skills could be utilised in this role and well just generally waffled really. I shan't be expecting a call to offer me a job in the near future. I'm trying to look on it as a dress rehearsal for a job I really want. But deep down I'm beating myself up for being a total pleb. Grrr...
Still, the last time I had a really bad interview (it was so bad I nicknamed it my 'Vicky Pollard Interview') I got offered the job, so you never know!!
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