Churching for a former clarity

I'm lucky enough to work in a beautiful building that you wouldn't know is a regular office until you step through the door into reception. Even then you'd have a bit of a headscratch and mumble until the receptionist asks you what the ruddy heck you're doing in our hallway mumbling and scratching your bonce.

Now, I get pretty nervy in interviews. Sometimes I even feel a little bit sick. Yes, I know it's pathetic, but I have to deal with it. Usually I do this by staying in a job for years and years, so as to avoid the process altogether.

One of the worst bits of being interviewed, I think, is the waiting. It's almost as horrid as at the dentists, but at least they give you a Reader's Digest to thumb through, even it is from the late Eighties. To avoid "pleasant" (read: horrific) conversation with the receptionist (or whoever's making sure I'm not there to case the joint) I'll do whatever I can. If I'm offered a drink I will absolutely have one, thirsty or not. Just leave me alone to sweat in peace, puhleeeease.

Another good'un is the old fashioned "Um, can I just pop to the toilet while I'm here?" - Don't take too long though. Don't want them to think you're that nervous!

So that was my weapon of choice in the interview for where I now work. Off I strode (confidently, of course) to the loos, did the check to see which door was for the gents, and that's when I saw it for the first time...



It's nearly three years ago that I had that interview, and I still stifle a mini chortle every time I answer the call of nature. Truly lovely stuff.