As anyone who has known me in my personal life or through my blog over the last month or so will know, I had a job interview on Thursday afternoon. The preperation involved me creating a presentation to deliver to the sales manager and head of recruitment entitled - "Steps I will take to ensure that I am a top performer in the xxxxx sales team." Having never delivered a presentation in my life, It is safe to say that even with what felt like endless practising, feeling like a nonce talking to wardrobes and even trying to see if I could nail it after a couple of lagers, I felt as if anything could have happened in the interview. It was a case of either balls'ing it up big time, or absolutely getting it spot on. Fight of flee?

And I did better than I ever thought possible...

I stood there, absolutely dripping with sweat from my titties to my toes, and I did better than in any of my practise sessions, said everything and more than I had thought of saying beforehand, and even managed to put a little bit of my personality and humour into it.

The one area that I feel I may have let myself down were in the interview questions. I had prepared and panicked so much about the presentation part of the job, that when it came to the questions and the competency part of the interview, I was completely unprepared. I just tried to ensure that my enthusiasm came across.

After the interview, my beloved (who may i add over the last few weeks has been as patient as a saint) picked me up and drove me to my nearest service station to whip my kegs off and shove my shorts on. It was at this point that I lost the pen drive that my presentation was on which means that it is possibly gone forever!

When arriving into Blackpool, we had a call from the sales manager...

"Hellooooo... " I said.
"Hi, Is that Adrian?" The sales manager said.
"It certainly is! Is that Dave?" I asked *thinking* of course its Dave you pleb head.. what other calls were u expecting from Coventry regarding job applications today!?!*
"It is. So Adrian, I was just wondering how you thought the interview went today?" He asked.
"Well, I thought that the presentation went really well but I felt I maybe I could have answered the questions in the interview part a little better." I said. *thinkin* actually at this point it would be a little bit cruel if you were to tell me that I did shockingly shit and didnt get the job.. how rude would that be?"*
"Adrian, I thought you did brilliantly in both the presentation and in the interview. Your drive and enthusiasm shines through and I would be absolutely delighted to offer you the position!" He said..
"Oh.. OH! Oh well thats just brilliant.. Well, I didnt expect this... thank you soooooo sooooo much..." *thinking* Ive done it.. Ive bloody bloomin done it. I look at Andy next to me and he looks as though all of his christmasses have come at once. At this point I feel a surge of love in my heart for him.

*we chat for a bit longer and then Dave leaves me and tells me to pop in and see him on Monday. I start the job on June 16th*

I was unable to tell anyone about the job for the first hour as the people who didnt get the job were been informed. For the first time in going for a job, I was 99% convinced that I was not going to be successful. Having never been unsuccessful in getting a job, I was unsure on how the rejection would feel. The main reason for this was because there was another girl that had gone for the role who came out and thought she had reason to believe that she was going to be successful.

But yes, I got it. And for the whole of our Blackpool break, I have been walking on air.  The weather reflected the mood and we are both sporting a bit of colour on the cheeks! (and me, a big boil on the end of my nose-yeah, thanks for that one..)

I am so proud of myself and so grateful to Andy for been so supportive and patient with me... God knows, it takes a saint to put up with me at times!

So Blackpool was great, I am great and I spoke to Meera who is a friend who also went for the interview and although she was upset, she has remained positive and said that if she wanted anyone else to get it, it would have been me.

The downside to getting the job was that I had made a promise that if I did so, I would go on the "big one" at Blackpool. How could I refuse after getting the role?! I simply did what any adult, mature professional would do... I screamed my bitches off the whole way around!!! Ha!!

xxxx