I had an interview last Thursday at The Hospital Next Door for a job I really wanted. It went okay. Not brilliant, but okay. When Friday came and went without any news I managed to convince myself that I hadn't got the job. This isn't as paranoid as it sounds, honest. A previous interview at The Hospital Next Door recently was less than successful. I was heard to later remark that it couldn't have gone any worse if I'd stood on the table and done a big wee. Or something like that. Anyway, I didn't get it and the way I found out was by letter 10 days later. I mean, the penny had dropped well and truly before then but you get the picture.
At 7am this morning I was standing at the traffic lights, cup of coffee in hand, contemplating the day when a person appeared next to me. It was the boss from The Hospital Next Door.
"Sorry I haven't been in touch," says she. "I couldn't get hold of anyone I needed to speak to on Friday."
Yes, readers.
I got the job.
That'll teach me.
7 comments:
And without even needing to stand on the table and doing a big wee! Well done!
I'm a good girl, I am.
Cheers, Foodycat.
Excellent. Congratulations!
Excellent, congratulations!
What's more I said it twice....by mistake.
Well done SSS!! I look forward to hearing all about it once you start!
Celebration G&Ts are in order -- cheers!
Wee on the table once you've finished the probation period.
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