My current contract runs out at the end of March so I’ve been doing the dreaded interview thing. So yesterday I rock up the obligatory seven minutes early and then was kept waiting nearly 15 – in my lunch hour! Not happy. First thing they asked was when could I start (it’s a maternity cover) and my timings didn’t fit theirs so it was a sort of ‘oh well but let’s have a little chat’. And a little chat it was – lasting no longer than 15 minutes.
Stomped back to work feeling quite cross and dispirited and then low and behold I got a call offering me the job! You could have knocked me down with the proverbial feather (although it would have to be a fairly large feather given my current obsession with eating).
Sometimes you get the weirdest outcomes.