Presents Well

My Dear Fellows & Princess Normal,

Today I went for my first interview in Wellington. It was for another government agency, but more importantly the office is 5 minutes away from our flat (downhill) or 15 minutes and a stroke away (uphill).

I don't mind interviews actually. My recruiter wife would slap me for saying this, but I just go in there and blether. At one point I even said to the interviewers, "Look, this is just what I'm like all the time. This is what you'll be hiring."

My reasoning is that if they don't like my (somewhat) informal manner then I'm probably not for them.

However, I think it went well. I had them laughing and I didn't waffle too much. Also, I am awesome. So there's that.

I've been told before that I "present well" in interviews. I'm not sure that I care for that. I think it makes me sound like a Cocker Spaniel at Crufts.

I imagine the interviewers going round my back end to check out how things are hanging back there and pulling on my tail. Afterward, there's the agility tests where I have to run around slalom-sticks and go over a see-saw. And if I should sh*t on the floor, there's a good chance I don't get the job as Senior Business Analyst.

Fortunately, none of those things actually happened.

Afterward I wandered into town to pick up a Bento Bowl. Only to find that central Wellington closes down at 5.30pm. Not just Bento Bowl. ALL OF WELLINGTON. CLOSED DOWN. No falafel, no Tex-Mex, no sushi, no gnocchi, no katsu. And NO Bento Bowl. It was weird.

Annoying. I'm going to have to break out the big bag of sesame seeds and get out the teriyaki marinade. Once I've decided on Bento Bowl I have to HAVE Bento Bowl.

I am OBSESSED. Like a terrier.  Or a cocker.

S.

p.s. Actually, I just like saying "Bento Bowl". Does that come across?