Good news though,
I go to Ireland, specifically Dublin, next Wednesday for a week off stressing about not having a job. YAY!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
A day (and night) in the Netherlands.
Well the netherlands was a bit of a mission. First I caught the wrong train at the platform. Naively I assumed that the train that turned up was a little early and would soon be departing for my destination. When it departed 5 minutes too soon, I thought sh*t. I scoffed my sandwich and chips (dinner) it a stressed panic then asked the girl across from me whether I was on the wrong train. Yep, shit..... No worries though, its only going to Amsterdam Central which is 15 mins away, at this point I'm already picturing the fact that I when I eventually get back I'll have to board 3 different trains without failure to make my destination (thank goodness I'd got train schedules off the net!!) So I DO make it back, jump again on a WRONG train, this time ask if I'm on the right train, NOPE, righto get off and learn to read the flutterboards (really can't remember what they've called) and work out that my train is the next one. Little hint, they've not oververly helpful with information so read what stops it goes to and Ureka finally make the right train.
1:30am make my hotel, shit no iron, sort that one in the morning, climb into comfy bed with comfy pillow and off to sleep.
Make it to Quintiq on time the next day after managing to borrow an iron from reception. 3 interviews later and I'm heading into the 3 hour test. shit shit shit. No idea what hes talking about half the time and completely bomb the test...
I think all is lost and reluctantly try and sound enthused at the end of day interview (yes another one). He says my abilities obviously (ha) don't lie in the technical side, but they think I would make a good consultant. However exactly where I would fit is a bit of a question mark, so here I am at home in London drinking too much cider and wondering if they really well call next week...
Who wants to live in the netherlands anyway?.....
I did make it back to the airport ok, and managed to have just a salad and apple for dinner although craving something hot. I just couldn't bring myself to BK.
1:30am make my hotel, shit no iron, sort that one in the morning, climb into comfy bed with comfy pillow and off to sleep.
Make it to Quintiq on time the next day after managing to borrow an iron from reception. 3 interviews later and I'm heading into the 3 hour test. shit shit shit. No idea what hes talking about half the time and completely bomb the test...
I think all is lost and reluctantly try and sound enthused at the end of day interview (yes another one). He says my abilities obviously (ha) don't lie in the technical side, but they think I would make a good consultant. However exactly where I would fit is a bit of a question mark, so here I am at home in London drinking too much cider and wondering if they really well call next week...
Who wants to live in the netherlands anyway?.....
I did make it back to the airport ok, and managed to have just a salad and apple for dinner although craving something hot. I just couldn't bring myself to BK.
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