Well, I’ve got a job. Didn’t want to say anything until I was sure – so waited until today – my second day at work. Figured that if I still had my job today – after turning up for my first day ridiculously hungover – it’s pretty much a certainty. Managed to make it a little not so certain though, by turning up late on my second day – due to bloody tube-trouble.
So… it all happened pretty bloody quickly. Turns out the chaps could overlook my apparent over-seriousness. Got offered the job on Thursday – for a Monday start. Sweet – can do. Bought champagne. Then, had a social weekend. Saturday afternoon a few beers at the pub while watching some football game. Some cup final – but it must have been a shitty cup, coz it was too shitty teams. Then – off to Chook’s for a party. Mixed my drinks up real good, and got intoxicated. Mostly champagne. And then up in the morning to go to Dom’n’Caro’s for a barbeque. I turned into an absolute mess on the way there. Lack of sleep, plus a fair bit of booze piled up on top of what was still lurking in my system from last night… and I was a messy mess. Don’t think I did or said anything too silly. Except staying a bit longer than sensible. So – got back to Stratford, Sunday evening – unable to unlock the front door. 12 hours to get myself together for first day at work.
12 hours – not really enough. Turned up at 10:30, barely able to think, talk, or stay awake. And the fun begins.
Anyway – details for my job. Not gonna give you any, cause it’s all boring. A small company which is a ‘managed service provider’, which of course does consultancy as well. So – what one used to call an IT outsourcing company – before that became a bad word. I do like wanky business jargon. When a “silo of knowledge” is bad, but a “tower of excellence” is good. I guess I’m going to have to learn all the terms which have been invented over the last year. I’ve already picked up “bespoke”. Not happy about it, but I know it.
Oh well – back to work. Need to get some money so I can get a place to stay much much closer. No more tube.
Still unemployed. My busy week of interviews led to just the one offer – which I turned down. Work with an arsetralian? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, after turning this one down – the job I wanted turned me down. D’oh. And my delaying of making a decision for the second role outside of London may have put them off – and I haven’t heard back for a while. But – yesterday, managed to organise a phone interview. Did the phone interview, and it seemed to go fine. No nerd questions – the guy just wanted to get to know me, I gathered. Lots of questions about my travels – which, of course, I was only too happy to answer. He did complain about me seeming too serious though. (Pause while you get yourselves back together.) Anyway – had a call from the agent about an hour later asking if I could do a 2nd phone interview – for nerdy questions – in ten minutes time. Sure – did that. That ended in organising a face-to-face interview for noon the next day. Sweet – going well. Except that the agent had mentioned to me that a face-to-face interview with these guys usually ends with an invitation for a beer. Sure – no problem with that, bloody excellent in fact. But – noon timeslot, I suddenly realised I might be missing out on the beer. Dumb. As most of you know, my charming true self usually only shows itself in a pub environment. Sure enough, I went to the face-to-face today – and left them with an impression of a very serious-minded boring nerd. One of the chaps kept accusing me of being too serious – but perhaps the english wit is too dry for me. I should have exchanged my continuous wry smiles/smirks for some fist-pumping “Awesome! Yeah!” – to convince him that I was ‘excited by the role/company’ – as he wanted me to be. Anyway – the job did sound awesome, “Yeah!” – and I hope that they trusted my dead-pan assertions that I am not really that serious or boring.
In other news – it seems like I may be allergic to London water. Or something. Seriously – it is a real possibility that it is the water here. Awesome! Yeah! Without going into disgusting details – I have self-diagnosed a rare form of eczema on my left foot. Luckily for those I live with – non-contagious. Luckily for me – “can cause extreme stress and pain”. Awesome! Yeah! And everything irritates it.
And, my shopping list of stuff to buy once I get a job is steadily growing. The normal stuff, of course – champagne, icecream, pay off visa, Aotearoa music. But the electronics/appliances list is getting out of hand. Ran out of disk space for all the music that was released while I was away. So – also got a growing list of music to download, on top of the CDs I’ll be ordering from Real Groovy. Need some kind of monster external hard drive for that. A sewing machine – as it is high time I made myself another suit. Blender – for fruit juices. Motorbike with sidecar, or a convertible. Some yerba mate – so I can look like a wanker who’s recently travelled (extensively) throughout South America. Oh – and a place to live. Did I mention champagne – I’m gonna drink a helluva lot of champagne.
Well – that’s me for now. Was hoping to receive a phone call tonight asking me to start work tomorrow. But, it seems my inability to show excitement has sunk me yet again. No matter – I’ve got an agent chasing me for a job in Dubai. Just as long as it comes with a licence to buy booze.