Couple of weeks ago I was invited for an interview in London. The job was an ideal first job that could open a lot of doors to my future.
I prepared for the interview in advance, studied everything I needed to impress the board of employers and set off for the journey. It takes about 3 hours for me to get to London, so I left in plenty of time in case of traffic and departed five hours before the interview was due to begin, or so I thought.
On my way there my sat-nav broke down, and as I then discovered I have forgotten my phone at home. The AA route planner printout turned out to be the most useless thing on earth because it was totally wrong. Three and a half hours later I am still circling around London and I have no idea where I am, the signage is horrible, it is impossible to work out where you are. I am now two hours late for an interview and with no phone, I can’t even phone them to let them know why I’m late. In desperation I pull up to the side of the road and start crying I am ready to give up. I don’t even know how to get out of London in order to get back home.
Next second I hear a knocking on my window, as I lower my window a delivery guy asks me if I’m ok. I nod, not being able to concentrate I spill out all my troubles. I think I looked so pathetic, that the man gave me his A to Z and drew a detailed route, so I couldn’t get lost.
I finally made it by 4.30 pm, bear in mind my interview was meant to start at 2pm.
They kindly agreed to still hear me out and gave me the interview.
On Friday I received an e-mail, saying I didn’t get the job.
Well, late interviews -1, Job offers-0, that’s your life lesson.
See you.
