I have some smart shoes. Well, I think they're smart, and they're rather nice in my opinion. Bought, originally for my brother's wedding, in case you're wondering. I like them. They're comfy and they're fairly smart. I wore them to a job interview today, and they did the job - I suppose I might well have looked fairly smart.
I had an interview for a job at another government department, and it went OK - although I am the worst judge possible on things like this and I'm rarely right if I guess the outcome.
I really enjoyed it, actually, which worries the hell out of me. Its not right, is it? Interviews are ordeals, aren't they? I've never enjoyed an interview before, so I have no idea if its a good thing or not! The interview panel were all very nice and friendly, and seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying... and were just lovely about it all. I guess I'm just glad that they didn't ask me to define "diversity", like I was asked in my last one... My answer to that was so awful that it jeopardised my chances. Wasn't ignorant or rude or racist or anything - just dumb because I hadn't even though about that!
There was just one thing that bugged me. My shoes.
Lovely and comfy they may be, but they are an inch or two longer than my feet, and makes me look a bit like either a Goth Clown or someone who's just bought some shoes from a charity shop and these were the best fit they had..
Still, fingers crossed. I'll let you know what the job is and where it is when I find out the result.
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