Today I read that an ex-work colleague had started a new job – itself a real feat in these days of recession, so well done Dave!
No such joy for me, just yet… The phone didn’t ring as I expected it to, so I have no news, no feedback so I continue to wait for any news or developments.
Whatever happens, I remain confident that things will improve. I’m not the sort of to quit (so to speak) the job hunt or slouch on the couch, when there is so much at stake.
The interview itself was positive, lasted just over one hour and after the proceedings were drawn to a close I was escorted off the premises. Not that I minded you understand. Keen to make a good impression I had avoided setting of the security alarm at Reception. Once out on the street it was then time to seek out a coffee and unwind before heading back.
I did not run as fast as I could from the building with an inane grin on my face.
I fed back to the Recruitment Agent almost immediately, giving my impressions of the interview but made the mistake of continuing the conversation in the middle of a very quiet shop. Maybe the staff were used to overhearing mobile phone calls whilst dusting their shelves.
That evening I did not rest easy, for some unknown reason I enjoyed only broken sleep as the painful part of the process had begun. Waiting.
To be continued…
