Learn from the mistakes of others

ok, second try. my lj client crashed while i was writing my opus. [cafucktication]
anyway. so this is the less funny, abridged version.

the interview at the recruitment agency went ok. it was just the meet, greet, and register session.

the recruitment person was surprised when i greeted her first. but, hey, i'd had ten minutes to look at her picture on her business card. there was a stack of them on the reception counter. i pay attention to the small details.

anyhoo, that went ok.

now, the title says interviews ...

i got a call this morning - am i available for an interview. for a job. as a lawyer. with a law firm. today. sure. [perhaps i should get up now ...]

so, a few hours later, i'm blowing stuff up and i win. so i check the time. heck. [well, fuckity fuck actually.]

somehow i managed to eat, shower, shave, find a shirt, iron it, find the suit, dress, pack my bag. check it, leave the house, go back for something i forgot, and leave again. almost on time for my bus.

if my bus stop hadn't moved, that is.

i forgot to mention that my bus stop moved one day last week. down the road. in front of the local salvo's disposals. to a flowerbed.

so, where was i. yes. running. in a suit. and today was 27^oc [36^oc=100^of] and it is now midday. so i'm running, in a suit, and it's quite warm outside.

i catch the bus. literally. [the bus driver figured that a guy in a suit running towards the salvo's probably wasn't in a hurry to drop in for a cheap pair of jeans.]

i make it to the interview. no idea what the job is about, or anything. and as it turns out, i don't have half the stuff i thought i had packed. not to worry. i went to law school with half of the panel. they were pretty sure i was a lawyer.

i was less sure of the guy waiting behind me in the aptly named waiting room. poor kid, fidgeting and worrying his little self silly. [i figure he'd get the job out of sympathy. if that were me, i'd just look like i had asperger's ... oh, wait ...]

anyhoo. two interviews.