Still unemployed. My busy week of interviews led to just the one offer – which I turned down. Work with an arsetralian? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, after turning this one down – the job I wanted turned me down. D’oh. And my delaying of making a decision for the second role outside of London may have put them off – and I haven’t heard back for a while. But – yesterday, managed to organise a phone interview. Did the phone interview, and it seemed to go fine. No nerd questions – the guy just wanted to get to know me, I gathered. Lots of questions about my travels – which, of course, I was only too happy to answer. He did complain about me seeming too serious though. (Pause while you get yourselves back together.) Anyway – had a call from the agent about an hour later asking if I could do a 2nd phone interview – for nerdy questions – in ten minutes time. Sure – did that. That ended in organising a face-to-face interview for noon the next day. Sweet – going well. Except that the agent had mentioned to me that a face-to-face interview with these guys usually ends with an invitation for a beer. Sure – no problem with that, bloody excellent in fact. But – noon timeslot, I suddenly realised I might be missing out on the beer. Dumb. As most of you know, my charming true self usually only shows itself in a pub environment. Sure enough, I went to the face-to-face today – and left them with an impression of a very serious-minded boring nerd. One of the chaps kept accusing me of being too serious – but perhaps the english wit is too dry for me. I should have exchanged my continuous wry smiles/smirks for some fist-pumping “Awesome! Yeah!” – to convince him that I was ‘excited by the role/company’ – as he wanted me to be. Anyway – the job did sound awesome, “Yeah!” – and I hope that they trusted my dead-pan assertions that I am not really that serious or boring.
In other news – it seems like I may be allergic to London water. Or something. Seriously – it is a real possibility that it is the water here. Awesome! Yeah! Without going into disgusting details – I have self-diagnosed a rare form of eczema on my left foot. Luckily for those I live with – non-contagious. Luckily for me – “can cause extreme stress and pain”. Awesome! Yeah! And everything irritates it.
And, my shopping list of stuff to buy once I get a job is steadily growing. The normal stuff, of course – champagne, icecream, pay off visa, Aotearoa music. But the electronics/appliances list is getting out of hand. Ran out of disk space for all the music that was released while I was away. So – also got a growing list of music to download, on top of the CDs I’ll be ordering from Real Groovy. Need some kind of monster external hard drive for that. A sewing machine – as it is high time I made myself another suit. Blender – for fruit juices. Motorbike with sidecar, or a convertible. Some yerba mate – so I can look like a wanker who’s recently travelled (extensively) throughout South America. Oh – and a place to live. Did I mention champagne – I’m gonna drink a helluva lot of champagne.
Well – that’s me for now. Was hoping to receive a phone call tonight asking me to start work tomorrow. But, it seems my inability to show excitement has sunk me yet again. No matter – I’ve got an agent chasing me for a job in Dubai. Just as long as it comes with a licence to buy booze.