Working
It doesn't feel like a whole year has passed since I started this job. Its probably because I remember the whole application process like it was last week. I began writing the application two hours before it was due and only finished it because I shut myself away from the world, put my head down and typed like a conspiracy nut. I had a week from when they called to organise the interview to the actual meet, greet and interrogate and do you think I prepared for it in anyway?
If you answered 'No' you win the prize.
I barely remember any of the interview anyway. I'm not sure if this is due to laying my eyes on the fancy new digs they worked in or the cold terror that clutched my heart as I realised maybe I should have written down some notes or something.
I must've said something right during my 20 minute long rambling session because at the end of it they asked for my referees. Then they asked again when I told them I hadn't heard right the first time. I didn't admit that what I had heard was a sort of rushing white noise sound. Possibly the sound of my blood trying to explode.
Having someone call up and say "hey you got the job" surely rates as one of the greatest things to happen during your life. Next to getting married, having kids winning a major sporting event. I'm assuming.
I still have that feeling every now and then. It's the little things that bring it on, like no one telling me I have to attend training courses I have no interest in just to meet performance plan goals; the view; the abundance of natural (natural!) light and finally my boss.
A boss that actually listens and offers advice; understands (but sadly doesn't approve of ) my acute hatred of meetings; and wants me to be the best at what I do, rather than be mediocre at a whole bunch of vaguely connected tasks without offering me any support.
Yeah, this place really is great.
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