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?
fingers crossed for you
Thank you
fingers crossed for you, I think red shoes and no sick means you have it in the bag for sure!
Thank you. I can’t imagine they could have more important criteria than good shoes.
Thinking positive thoughts for you. I hate all that waiting for the phone call and not knowing if you’ve got it or not. Did you click your heels three times like Dorothy does with her ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz? If you did, you’ll definitely get it for sure
Oh no, I didn’t click. That’s jinxed it. Bum!
Oooooh but you did go to Cybher! How rude am I not to have talked you into telling me about this that evening? Or maybe you did….. hmmmmm.
Good luck! Let us know how it went!
Thank you, I’m still waiting to hear. Administrative wheels turn slowly in the NHS! I’m not holding out much hope to be honest but you have to give these things a try I suppose.