So far so good.
Not great. No worse
than I'd expected -
seeing how I lack experience
and could do with more
certificates and paper stuff.
And interview experience -
well, that's why I am here:
another interview next week -
that's for the post I really want.
today might help out there.
The final question -
I feel it coming in my bones. The chair
psyches herself up for it.
"I must ask this: your shirt...
was it your wife who chose it for you?"
"Who bought it for me!" I reply.
"My daughter bought the tie!"
She smiles and offers me the post.
It's not the one I'd hoped for -
but I take it like a shot!
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