The two weeks of training and intensive jobseeking are over...one day early.
Thank god / gods/ random fluctuations in the spacetime continuum for interviews.
So it was goodbye, today, to the people I gotten to know over the last eleven days.
To the Death-Metal cousins, one of whom had a lisp and reminded me of Frank Spencer in word and deed...to the Canterbury University graduate in English and Childcare who couldn't spell and had never done so much as babysitting...to the David Blaine-like magician guy who bore an uncanny resemblance to East-17 singer Brian Harvey, and showed me how some of his tricks were done...to the scarily small and wiry religious guy in a trainee position at the centre, who ignored any question he didn't want to answer, even to the point of pretending the person asking the question was invisible...to the other middle-aged trainee woman, who at the whiff of her first autonomous authority began to call to mind scenes from Tenko...goodbye to carrying on a conversation with a prospective employer who you can't hear but who you know can hear you because of the entertaining fault of the phone at your end...goodbye to enforced breaks, free lunches, free freeze-dried llama droppings in the 'Coffee' jar, and goodbye to feeling, in a small, slimy and extremely uncomfortable way, like I was stuck inside the all of the worst aspects of school...
...and good riddance.
I enjoyed the company of some of the people, and some of the people, if I see them out of an evening ( and I will - this is the Isle of Wight, remember) I will gladly go over to chat. Others, on seeing them out and about, I will avoid their gaze and begin to make suggestions to the people I am with that we move on to another drinking establishment.
But that's life, really, ain't it?
The job interview tomorrow has taken on a slightly tasteless feeling since their promised Job Description arrived. This was it:
Job Description: Graduate Engineer
Seeing as that was the role I applied for, I suppose that's only fair. Personally, I was hoping for a little more detail.
Allie moves into her Greenwich town house this weekend, and I'm currently hatching plans to stay up after my interview and help her unpack on the Saturday and generally help out...oh, and spend some time with her. That'd be quite cool too.
I'm glad she's finally got somewhere to live in London...the Winchester-City commuting was taking a lot out of her and tiring her out.
On the other hand, she's now quite a lot further away.
Well, that's life again, huh?
Stay happy people, and remember - life's too short to drink bad coffee / freeze-dried llama droppings.