Had my first job interview today. Why do I not find them very daunting? I actually quite enjoyed it. I had a rather epic anxiety dream beforehand (involving having to swim to the interview, being naked, being sent away by the interviewers to join a cross country run - still naked - and having the destination office moving off the map) but I was relaxed because, despite being early, a member of the team met me and we chatted and she seemed really lovely. She showed me the software they use (it looks like a simpler version of one I already use) and talked about the job and I felt as relaxed as if I knew everyone well already. I'm shy - where does this feeling at ease in stressful situations come from?!
I then had two work-related tests to do, which were basically a prioritising a day's tasks and a logic problem in the guise of setting up appointments for people according to the available dates they'd given. It was fun and I enjoyed that bit.
The interview went ok although I do remember several occasions whenI could have given better answers than I did, but that's always the way, isn't it.
The job I can do standing on my head and doesn't daunt me at all but I worry it might be too easy. Also, the money is quite poor. Much less than what I'm on here. It's the same pro-rata but I'd be working 30 hours per week and only 44 weeks of the year. But then again, that means I could concentrate more on my studies, now that I'm doing level 3 of my degree. I could even work jut 4 days a week and have one day for drinking beer in the garden studying.
And having the summer off when living in Brighton is not exactly the worst thing in the world either, is it.
So now I wait and see whether they liked me or not. They might not think me suitable, they might not have liked my answers, they might not think I'd fit in, but all that is up to them now. Fingers crossed
In other news - The Sous Chef has been looking at house prices and mumbled something about it being worthwhile to sell up/rent out his house and go traveling for a year. I have some savings but I don't think I have enough for a whole year of travel with my beloved.
Speaking of my beloved, I do wish my kidsis would stop pinching his bottom. She wouldn't put him down all evening when we went out and her boyfriend was standing right there. She's not so much a flirt as in need of male attention and it's my man she's always got her eye on.
Fortunately I have a "very devoted boyfriend" [his words] and I don't fear he's going to run off with my sister. With my other boyfriends, I'd have been worried but I trust mine with all my heart and most of my brain. Two years in and I don't see my being dippily in love with him lessening even slightly. He still makes my knees go wobbly and I still get that heart-skippy feeling when I think of him looking at me. I thought that stuff is supposed to wear off. Maybe after 10 years it will and 2 years is still too early.