interview tales… part fifty six…
it’s debatable whether this particular interview tale is even relevent, since it takes place all the way down at Gatwick Airport. it must be a bit of a disappointment for a tourist, thinking, oh what better place to go for a nice relaxing holiday than historic London? then to make it to England, land at Gatwick, and find themselves, in actual fact, a million miles away from the two hundred year old monuments and union jacks they came to experience. it’s irritated me whenever i’ve flown from there before, and i’m not even a tourist.
so anyway, i avoided the extortionate Gatwick Express, (which costs between £4 and £15 more than the regular commuter train, and is only ten minutes quicker) got lost trying to find my interview and gawked at some planes inbetween times. the thing about interviews for big modern companies is that they make you play group get-to-know-each-other-games, which i happen to really love (honestly. i wish more companies would make you do that, theyre great fun) i learnt all about a man called Jamal, who was born in Somalia and now lives in South London with his wife and six children who’s names all begin with Abdul (and Jamal, if youre reading this, which i somehow doubt, you were very pleasant to talk to, and i hope they hire you immediately). more bullshit, bluffing, sore feet, a very detailed “security check” (am i who i say i am? sometimes i wonder…) and a very brief interview. fantastic.
on the way back to the station i fell victim to one of the million Millie’s Cookies kiosks which dot train stations and airports the country over, and spent the remainder of my change of muffins and brownies. and really, what more could a poor student / professional interviewee such as myself expect from the city?