I was slightly panicked about this interview. Not in the normal sense you understand. I was preparing and preparing, and when I had prepared everything, I prepared some more. I didn’t even realise I was doing this until Royal rang me, and told me to calm down. Ha!
Time for the interview came and I was terribly excited, as I tend to be when I know that what I am about to do could well change my life. I suppose it is a bit daft to think about it like that, as often even doing the smallest thing can often change your life in all kinds of ways…And yet still I find myself doing it. My mind continues to box up my experiences. How quaint!
I got there ten minutes early after some excellent map reading and navigation. Inside the building I was led through a door to a presentation room. There were two candidates sat down already, though this seemed like a much more casual affair than I am used to. The first thing I noticed about my interviewer was how much energy she had. She almost literally exuberated it, so much so that I felt cautious as to her level of genuinity. No matter - This is an interview and I will be releasing all my weapons. I immediately addressed her in my mind as if she was some kind of princess, and eye fucked her as much as I could whilst we conversed.
The other candidates interested me. Within a split second, I had already made my mind up as to whether or not they were suitable. I still stand by my initial judgments, though one character possessed an air of intrigue about him. He was dressed in a long coat, scarf and pullover all perfectly matched. He walked and talked slowly with an aspect of presence about him. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He seemed authoritative, like a police constable. Once he started to talk it became apparent why I couldn’t place him. This man was a veteran, and had all kinds of stories about past charity work. Not of the sort we were about to embark on, but the real nitty gritty work - getting your hands dirty and all that.
Out of all four candidates it was only the one sat to my left that wouldn’t be ale to cut it. I could literally see the cogs whirring as he spoke. This is not thinking mans work.
We spent a good two hours doing role plays. The interviewer passed around cards for us to look at. Mine said “Its national shoe donation week. Can I have yours?”. Flippin heck I thought. How am I going to do that?
When it came to it I just thought fuck it. And then all my in field training just flowed out. I tested her emotions, bumped them up and then carried along with my proposal. Eye contact, kino, unreactiveness. It was all there. I ended up with everybody laughing. I was in control.
It was not your average interview, but for me this was the best one I have done yet.