City | Caramel

coffee Days like this are why coffee was invented! This week has been intense so far and it is going to carry on right up until the moment I board the train to travel up to North Wales. I have been juggling so much this week – I am ready to drop, but I can’t, not yet! Just have to keep going.

I am living on espresso and carrot sticks this week and have not had chance to do any laundry or ironing in the little nest. My hair is being abused – I wash and blast with the hair-dryer and then tie it up in a great knot.

Work is busy – crazy busy. I am doing extras to help my landlady prepare for the holidays. It’s dark just after 3pm each day. I feel as if I have not seen daylight for a week!

I miss Goldfinch so very much and there is always a heavy weight tugging on my heart and a lump in my throat. But I am so busy, I only have chance for a few tears when I am in bed. I am so tired though, I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. And then less than ten seconds later, it seems to be morning again because my alarm is ringing!

I am so looking forward to my time off work next week and being with my family. Mumma did always say there’d be days like this:

I have just been for my second interview of the day. It lasted hours! It wasn’t like one of those big group interviews when they invite a hundred students and ask them what kind of animal or superhero they would liken themselves to. It was just me, on my own…let’s ask her three hundred obscure questions.

What is all that about? To be honest, the interviewer had such an astonishing poker face, I have no idea what he thinks of me, whether he thinks I will suit the role.

There was a stage when a thought ran through my mind:

“If this is the interview before I ever start the job…can you imagine what team meetings must be like???”

I am so exhausted by that marathon interview that I think that for me it is a no…the interview has completely put me off that role, even though it is for a much larger salary.

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But there was something else…as I was leaving I started to get a feel for the area where the business is based. There are government buildings down one side of the road and tourist attractions all the way down the other. Right in the heart of Pea-soup City. The middle of the big chokey smoke. Now I am breathing easy after escaping the mire and murk of the City Centre.

It was the murky air that I noticed first…and then the putrid fumes of rose petal tuna fish peppery puffs wafting from the roll ups held by various individuals leaning against walls. I can still smell it in my hair and on my dress.

The interview was draining, the area was dingy…I did not like it. I took 46 minutes to travel there, 52 minutes on the return journey. I am just sure that this is not going to work. And after the interview went so well this morning, what can I say?

I don’t want to travel into the middle of the big smoke every day…it’s yucky. I think I am happier working in a relatively more easy-going London suberb.

Aaaah…well this is what interviews are all about. They have the chance to scrutinise you and, I guess you also have the chance to suss them out and detect if they are going to make your life miserable.

I just remembered I have a post all about interviews:

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