How not to start a interview.
No one likes interviews, do they? The preparation, the nerves, the complex outfit choices, the dreaded PowerPoint presentation on someone else’s unfamiliar laptop. Not a barrel of laughs but sometimes they have to be done so today instead of catching a train down to cybher I caught a train over to Leicester to attempt to impress some bigwigs with my indepth knowledge of NHS service redesign (which I do have, honest).
Things didn’t get off to a brilliant start when I immediately recognised one of the panel as someone who turned me down for a job a few years ago but I don’t think she recognized me. I was clearly pretty unmemorable that time. I also managed to spill water on the table and have a little mini dilemma about which chair they wanted me to sit in which I’m not sure gave the impression of cool calm professionalism I was going for.
On the up side I am almost 100% sure I didn’t have snot or vomit on any of my clothes and I’m rocking my favorite bright red shoes so on that basis they have to give it to me, right?