So... I had this job interview, right?

I think I’ve indicated before that going to a job interview ranks on the things I most enjoy doing… right next to getting papercuts under my fingernails.

ie down the bottom of said list.

I found out about this job interview right before I departed for Sydney, and I had totally blocked it out of my mind, because… well… when you’re on holiday, you should be relaxing, and not stressing over what things make you ideal in a team environment.

Or answers to questions along those lines. And answers like “Because I’m the shit” just don’t cut it.

However, when they initially contacted me to notify of my interview, they told me that they hadn’t, at that point in time, specified the venue. I assumed it was just because conference facilities were in short supply in their building.

I was probably right, too.

I informed them that I was going away, and that they should contact me on my mobile once a venue had been chosen.

However, it was on Sunday evening that I remembered that I had an interview the following morning at 10am. I hadn’t received a phone call.

I had the most awful feeling that they had sent an email to my work address, detailing venue address, panel members and the rest of the stuff I needed. Heaven forbid they required me to make some presentation… I felt the colour drain from my face.

I rushed into my workplace at 7.30am to check my email, just in case. Nothing.

No phone call. No email. Did they post the details to me? I hadn’t received anything in the mail… but I moved house recently, and maybe the mail redirect hadn’t taken effect yet. The new owners of my house have my new address, though…

I didn’t know where to go.

I quickly shoot off an email to the organisation’s HR consultant to whom I sent my application, telling her that someone should call me soon to pull me out of the swamp of confusion I was currently marinating in.

I can’t believe it.

At 9am I receive a phone call, informing me of where the venue was. I tried to reschedule, and I had originally bargained on being able to… but it was futile.

I quickly pulled on a shirt and tie, grabbed some notes I had jotted down, and swiped the keys to my brother’s car.

I made it to the venue with five minutes to spare.

All in all, the interview went okay. Not my best. Not my worst. Can’t complain really, seeing as I was a bit frazzled from being informed of the venue a mere one hour prior to the interview.

At the end of the interview I queried as to when I might find out the results, and they said I should know something by the end of the week. It is now Wednesday the following week.

Not good.

But it wasn’t until I got out of the interview I discovered that only half the front of my shirt was tucked in. I was wearing a long jacket, so hopefully they didn’t notice.

Anyway, I was with a client later in the day before I realised that I hadn’t informed my referees that I had an interview and that they may receive a phone call. As I said, I found out about the interview just before I left for Sydney, so it didn’t figure into my head.

I try to call my referees, but get voicemails. Ugh.

So, in summary… I had a job interview last week. I sucked.