Phone rings from unknown caller. Is a post alcoholic fuzz it turns out to be someone local calling seeing if I was after work. Even better I’d interviewed before so it wasn’t a agency. Just one slight issue I’ll come to later.
At least I think it is. I’ve lost count of days now. It’s either light or dark. When it’s light I don’t drink. When it gets dark let’s just have one. I know I have a problem. I’m cutting back till Oktoberfest where I’ll inevitably have a melt down. Every person there is taller. Smarter. Richer. Better. Ffs my mind hurts
I got the email today asking me to interview I think on Thursday. Suppose I should research and look into it. That’s for tomorrow. I reply in the afternoon with the usual false positivity and optimism I can muster for such events.
Went and did some work. Log. And painful. Why can’t anyone remember their passwords.
It’s genuinely interesting to see people go all in on the iPad. Yes it’s going back to simplicity but it’s just missing something. Websites don’t account for the screen. Apps. Don’t get me started.
Made amends with a a friend who had already helped me out by getting me a shirt so I don’t look like I’m homeless all the time.
Seriously. Check out this image. These are all my unpaired socks.
Slept better knowing we had made amends. The future is looking not so great for a business adventure we are working on but that’s for another post.
It’s pissing down. Friend helps me choose a shirt and I feel ok. I cram the details for the question in the interview “what do you know about us”
As I make the walk across the car park in the pissing rain I’m struggling with the door. Bloody thing is jammed. Oh wait no it’s not. Press button to enter. So I do. And wait.
And Lynette walks past. Fuxkkk. Thank god the bell had rang moments earlier. Collision missed.
I had banked on probability to miss her. What are the chances of bumping into an ex / old friend / fuck buddy / whatever we were.
Stupid marxworld. You should of known. Probability doesn’t work.
I sign in, talking quietly and sound travels and I don’t want to let her know I’m here. Trying all out to avoid seeing her or raise the alarm metal gear solid style.
I sit down. Studying my notes and I’m distracted by high heels. Instinctively I know it’s Lynette.
Stupidly I look up. “Heya how you doing. You ok ?”
“Yeah good thanks” and I go back to my phone.
The only thing saving me right now is my focus on numbers, trying to retain facts.
Facts and data that wasn’t needed as it was beyond informal. Richard is a touch nervous. He’s obviously a script / network guy.
As for the interview it went ok. I spotted areas where I screwed up. I’m too honest and friendly. But after half an hour and hearing I have w 50/50 chance because there’s another guy to interview who “I’ve not met before” I’m out the office.
Honestly I know I screwed up. I’m not meant to be around people. But I got taken aback.
The reason I don’t want to hear from her is although I hope she is happy and I genuinely mean that. I don’t want to hear about it.