Interview. 750 Words Saturday, 13 August 2011.

Whats that?

So I got a phone call on Wednesday asking me to come in for an job interview in London. Which is a good thing, I guess.

 So yesterday I dig out an old Burberry uniform, which just so happened to be a Burberry suit, good quality, pricey. The Shirts actually fit better then it did the last time I wore it, back then it was a little tight in the gut. Now its fits fine. The jacket was a little to big in the chest, now, its a little tight across the back and my shoulders do push out a little. The trousers were always a little tight in the thigh and I had a horrible muffin top going on, but the muffin is gone, unfortunately the thigh area is now tighter, which kind of makes them hard to wear, I got the feeling that if I sat down in them I have a ass tear that would makes things weird. So I opted to wear trousers that were more, roomy. So I looked great. I took out an tie and at about 2am wen tot bed.

 The plan in the morning was this, get up at 7:30am, and be out of the house by 8:30am. Hoping to arrive but 9:50. Yeah that didn’t work out, I stayed in bed till 7:50am and left at 8:50am. Having got out of bed later then I was expecting. I got up and shit and showered and ate breakfast then brushed my teeth, got dressed and left. The reason I left 20 minutes later the I said I would is because I didn’t want to travel during the morning rush hour, commuting is bad enough when your not herded like cattle into tube trains. Hot and sweaty.

 So I was right I did miss that early rush, the bus was cool and the trains weren’t as filled as I’m sure they were 20 minutes before. I had to stand because all the seat were taken but I wasn’t crushed, I even had room to breath, and as the train neared London more people were getting off then getting on. And things got more roomy.

 I arrived at Victoria at 9:40am, 20 minutes before I had to, and 10 minutes before I expected to. So I left 20 minute later and arrived 20 minutes early. Cool.

 I used the back window to a small van to do up my tie into a double windsor (I think its a called that) and I entered the building, it looked like it was built in the 60’s and hadn’t been updated since. In through the revolving doors and I see two security guards, both sitting down behind the reception desk, I ask for Peter ******* the first guy gives me a visitors pass while the other gets up, and I thought was going to the toilet, but as it turned out was the guy I had come to see and was getting things ready. He came back out and took me into the security office. Which had a microwave a kettle and a fridge, all very good things. We sat as Peter asked me questions from a few sheets. We actually didn’t get through all of them as I had already answered all of them within the other questions. I tend to talk a lot. I explained my previous work in the Prison service, Linklaters and Burberry. He asked my about why I left Burberry and I thin I got away with telling him I got sacked without actually saying I got sacked. And making seem like it was mutual. Like I said, I ramble.

 We chatted for a bit and I found out that they work pretty much as they like. The shift pattern is a little weird, but its ok, 3 days on 3 days off, sometimes four and sometimes they only work for one day, weird but doable. I like that relaxed environment they have, and if they offer my the job I’ll be taking it without a second thought, but I’ll not let them know that. I’ll just say “thank you very much when do you wan time in”.

 The pay. Is more then Burberry at the time I left by 1,772 a year. Or 2,272 from when I started with Chav fashion. More money, less stress and no managers looking over my shoulder. I might like this place. And so I do, most definitely want this job. But mostly I want this job because its a freaking job and I need one.

 Overall I think it went as well as can be expected.

 Also, as one of the companies in the building is, ummm, sensitive I need to be vetted again by the home office. Joy. But then I’ve done it once before.

Interview. 750 Words Friday, 12 August 2011.

SHAVEN

So, I have a Job interview at 10:00am Friday. First one in a long time, even though I apply for about 10 jobs a week, some of them may even be the same job applied for more then once. I applied for this job on the fourth of April and received a phone call on the tenth, just asking if I could come in on Friday.

 Finally I have an interview. So today I shaved. Close. I hate wet shaving, using foam or gel with a razor, I usually just use my clippers to get as close as they will let me, which leaves a nice amount of stubble. A clean shave just feels wrong to me. If I get this job, I’ll have to wet shave every day I work. I hate shaving at the best of times and don’t normally do it more then once a week, but beggars can’t be chooses. I need a job.

 Also something else I hate doing, wearing shoes. I never wear shoes if I can help it or have the choose. I mean if I get married, I’m wearing converse. I have one pair of shoes. I never wear them but have them just in case I have to. Like tomorrow. Have to give the right impression, I can’t turn up in converse or my boots. So the shoes have been pulled out and the dust blown off.

 And yet something else I’ll not do if I can help it. Wearing a suit. I hate them. I pulled out my old security uniform. Hey my last job was at Burberry, so its a Burberry suit. Black in case you might think its plaid. I tried on the trousers, fit fine, my legs are a little be wider due to the gym but they fit fine. The shirt, which the last time I wore it it was a little tight in the guy, but again the gym as gotten rid of that problem. And the chest and shoulders fine great. The Jacket, which was a little to big in the chest now, yep fits great, my shoulders might be a little to wide now but its okay, it ain’t that bad. So, the suit, short and shoes are all ready to be worn. And I have to say, I look awesome in it. Wearing a tie is still up in the air though, I look good without it. I look good with it. I think I’ll just take it along and if I think I’ll need it, I’ll throw it on. Or maybe I’ll take it with me, put it on before I go it, and take it off after I’m, done. Right impression and all.

 Fact is I really need to job, because I really fucking need some money. I need to clear my credit card as soon as I can.

 Of course working might interfere with my going to the gym. There is an LA Fitness near this place, but I hate those gyms. I like my gym. As I’ll be using the tube to travel there and the Gym isn’t to far away from the last station on that line I could just do that. The Gym closes at 10pm. Security work has always managed to drain my self worth and wellbeing. I know that I’ll be working 38 hours a week, which in Security is weird, it doesn’t really make sense, I’ll ask and I expect them to tell me that it was a mistake and that the hours are in fact 48 a week. Thats would be four on four off 12 hour shifts. I could then go to the gym on my four days off. Which I shouldn’t be doing. So security is actually a job that contravenes fitness. This is why people who work in corporate security long enough always end up over weight. They eat crap because long hours of nothing give you the munchies. At Burberry there was nothing to end so it was either bring your own stuff or order pizza. Preparing healthy food before hand is better but never lasts. You end up trying to get as much sleep as you can before a night shift and then have no time to prepare anything, so you order pizza. And of course a night shift means lots of sitting on your ass doing, not very much.

 My goal, get his job, but keep looking for something else in the mean time. Something where I don’t have to travel into the city, basically u hate Buses and London Underground, where I don’t have to wear a suit and shoes, and where I don’t have to shave if I don’t want to.

 Then of course I still have my inability to write stuff. I’ll blame work, but really I’m just a lazy writer.