You win some, you lose some

Well, today was an interesting day.

I got up at 5 am (apparently it does exist) for my Amazon interview. It was a hellish morning for several reasons, mostly because I felt sick (my body lashed out at me for getting it out of bed at such an ungodly hour) and because it is really fucking cold in this country.

I know, I know. 'But you're from Canada!' Honestly, British cold is like nothing I have ever experienced. It's this damp, bone chilling, to-your-core coldness that makes you want to crawl out of your skin and get into a hot bath. I'm cold on the inside all day long. This isn't some 'put on your long underwear, and layer your sweaters' weather. This is the kind of shit that will have me running off a plane screaming in ecstasy the next time I see sunlight. Preferably in Spain. Preferably for the rest of my life.

Aww, just kidding, London. I would never do that. *checks cheapest flights to Madrid*

Anyway, enough bitching about the weather. How stereotypically British of me.

The other reason this morning sucked was because I had to make a pilgrimage to Slough for this interview, which is the equivalent of something like Hwy. 10 and Dundas in Mississauga: sketchy as hell and far away from all the action. Anyway, after a train ride, a tube ride, another train ride and a cab ride, I arrived at the office. I had to do an hour and a half long writing test which I think went alright, though it was really weird, especially because I already wrote a copywriting test for them. Whatever. They're clearly anal about who they hire, which if I get the job, will mean I'll be working with capable people which is a good sign.

Then a dude from HR came in and we chatted and he said I seemed like a perfect fit. The pay is sweet, I get vacation and benefits and what not. The one thing that sucks is I can tell the writing will be very dry - lots of product descriptions which I've done before and don't hate, but I don't love either.

Anyway I was happy with how things went, but I got home today to an email saying they have filled the Brightsolid position with a candidate whose skills matched the job more closely, though they want to know if I am interested in the senior position (which seems nonsensical to me. Sorry, you aren't qualified for this junior position, but how would you like a job with more pay, responsibility and seniority? Whatever, I said I was so we'll see what happens there.

So there's good news and bad-ish news today. I don't want to get too excited about Amazon and jinx anything and I still have an interview with MSN Friday, so we'll see how that goes.

After my interview I met Martin and we went to go to see a play called Rope which was really great - all the dudes had Jude Law accents and they drank and smoked on stage which made me want to jump across all the geriatrics at the Wednesday matinee and light up one of their sweet smelling ciggies, but I refrained. I am home now, cold, exhausted and hungry.

I'll leave you with a funny Martin-ism of the day. This morning at 5 am, amongst the many instructions he gave me before I left for my interview, I got: 'Try not to get mugged when you're out there, mkay?' For some reason I found that really funny. It's like asking someone not to get raped. Or murdered. Yes, Martin, I'll tell those muggers I was strictly instructed NOT to be mugged today. Maybe some other time.

Alright friends, will write tomorrow when I'm warmed up and rested.

Cheers,

Patsy