I haven’t had a lot of head space recently, what with the planned move and the pending interview.
The interview was yesterday, so I guess that’s one thing I can tick off the list. Gotta find the positive somewhere.
It didn’t go well.
It ended up lasting 4 hours.
It started with a group discussion about a project. The 8 of us were split into 2 groups and had to plan a budget to resolve an issue. They didn’t really care about the outcome, but we had 8 people observing us (which was weird) and they cared about how we went about resolving.
At the time, I thought it went quite well, but on reflection I think I was a bit too set in my decision.
That was my best part of the day.
The next exercise was being given a case study. I had 30 minutes to pull out the relevant information for a presentation that I had to deliver in 10 minutes. Despite panicking at the last-minute when I’d spent too long looking at something irrelevant, that part went ok. He told me I had raised all the relevant information. However the Q&A at the end of this went very very badly. I panicked and started throwing terms at them because they were expecting a specific answer and for the life of me I had no idea what it was. I could see one of the interviewers lose the will to live.
I knew when I had the answer right because he nodded and said “yes”. I only saw him do that on one occasion though. He didn’t look impressed or interested.
The third part of the day should have been the easiest. I had time to prepare for it, I knew I had to answer a set of competencies and I was given those competencies in advance. I had to provide an example of each one.
Inevitably though, the question was phrased in such a way that half of my prepared questions no longer fitted. I felt a little deflated and then couldn’t get my shit together to say anything relevant. I flapped about talking about examples that didn’t specifically meet the question. I felt completely incompetent.
By now it was 4.45pm. I had been at the venue since 12.15pm. I was exhausted and just wanted to run away.
I drove home, numb and feeling very very stupid. 90 minutes later I was home and drinking a large glass of wine and giving my Mother in law and husband a post-mortem.
I feel even worse today. I can’t even grasp a single good thing that came out of it.
I joked too much. I showed too much of my personality. I floundered.
At least we can start looking in our original area. No Swindon job for me.