What a weekend.
Actually, let me step a little further back in time to really set the scene. Last week I sent an application in for a job. It was a programming job in The City and was highly speculative. Or to put it another way, I applied because they were taking applications, not with any real expectations. The day after I heard back that they wanted me in for an interview before the end of the week. This set everything in motion.
So, Thursday I am in the car and charge down to London with almost no notice. This is a two and a half hour drive. Then I have my first high profile job interview for a very long time. This interview includes a technical section which is surprisingly taxing. I’m glad of the experience but I was definitely out of practice and it showed. Let’s say I’m not holding onto much hope that I’ll hear back. At least, not with a positive outcome.
Interview outcome aside, I’m back in the car. I’m not down. Like I said, I applied largely because I saw an ad, not with any real expectation. I look at the experience as a practice interview. The technical questions that threw me are now in my head for next time. It’s been good. Sadly, a three hour drive home awaits. There was some traffic.
When I get home I’ve been on the go for about 7 hours, all told. I walk into the living room, I tell Zoe that I’m no good to man nor beast and I pass out in bed.
This is not, in itself, a problem.