I braved the elements and allowed myself extra time. I was NOT going to be late for this, my first and very important, and possibly life-changing, interview, despite all the snow, ice and general chaos on the streets of Dublin.
I got there with 20 minutes to spare and as the receptionist handed me my visitor badge I suddenly got very, very, VERY nervous. It has been years since I have been interviewed, and I had a strong feeling that I had gotten out of practice.
And so it was. I was rusty at the start, got verbal diaorrhea when she questioned me about the gaps on my CV, and again, when I was asked about various different types of software I had used. Not that I had lied on my CV. But it has been so long since I have used any of these programs I got very unsure halfway through the interview about whether I actually had the right experience.
But then I called myself to order, and tried not to show my inner turmoil. I soldiered on and had a few questions prepared for the end as well, Mary reckons that is always a good technique.
And my knees were shaking when I left the building an hour and 5 minutes later. But I did it! I did it! I had my first interview, time for lunch with Sharon after that, and made my way home as the snow began to fall harder and in bigger flakes.
I feel drained but happy. Even if I didn't get it, it is an achievement in itself to have gotten to this stage. John and I will raise a humble half-glass (don't want to celebrate so we don't jinx my luck) of Baileys. And it is going down rather well...
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