A few blogs ago I was moaning that I had applied for a promoted post at work, over 3 weeks later I got an interview for the swanky promoted post.
I gussied myself up and went to London, mainlining Bach rescue remedy all the way. On arrival, I was told they were running 50 minutes late. This was lovely as it gave me 50 minutes to work myself up to full fat gibbering wreck, not only about the interview but also about how I was going to either miss my non changeable train home and have to pay Gawd knows how much extra to get back but with the added additional bonus of being sat in our head office reception for anyone who knows me to guess why I was there.
Despite this blog and putting all sorts out on the internet, I find it hugely difficult in real life to tell people stuff, so I hadn't shared with any of my work friends or colleagues that I was even thinking of applying. So you can imagine my delight on seeing the interviewee who was before me leave, and you know it would have to be someone I know well. It filled me with confidence seeing how puzzled they looked to find me there. Why would you schedule internal candidates one after the other? When you are interviewing over 3 full days? Why? That's not kind.
I shall not regale you of how awful it was, as it was truly hideous. Now my head of and my director know I clearly can't function under any level of stress and I have not a baldy about matrix management, although all my knowledge that fell out of my head during the interview came back miraculously on the train home.
I have, at least, made their decision easier.
Also I don't have to wait till the end of next week as they interview the last of the candidates to find out it's not me. Because the words of my head of, which were meant to reassure "I was really surprised to see your application. It's good to put yourself out there, it means when things come up later on..."
This is good because I still like the job I have.
That's a double win actually as I have a job and I like it.
A triple win as I now have a nice new navy polka dot frock that doesn't make me look like fat Nan the boxer.
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Who knows, I've met several people who thought they'd done badly but were surprised when they go the job. We are all notoriously bad at assessing ourselves; in any case no matter what the outcome, it's all experience.
xx
Don't count yourself out yet - you may just surprise yourself.
We know you are perfect for the job...and it ain't over till the fat lady sings....so wait and see. If you get it - great, if you don't - you love your job anyway and it's their loss. xxxx
RLS - yep but I don't think I'll ever pluck up that level of courage to apply ever again! xxx
Gigi - halfway through I knew I couldn't do that job, way above me
Libs - very true, although judging on my interview performance they might just sack me for being a complete numpty! xxx
I don't see it as failure...merely forward planning on your part that will be very useful when you become senior management and start driving a fat plutocrat car...
Oh Lordy, I don't think the world is ready for either of those things!
My CBA gene would have kicked in at 'the interview is in London' so I high five you for rolling out of bed for it. The rest of the events is just noise! Oh,oh....and great experience obviously...oh, and don't not count your chickens and all that
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*passes a gin*
K - accepts gin with grateful thanks
I agree with Libby, and I also believe that nothing you do is ever wasted. And you've got a new dress, that has to be good xx
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