I take it there's no chance of this vote actually going through, even with Lib Dem abstention, right? Or are, by some miracle, the Tories boned this time?
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About my last interview. It was for a door-to-door sales job flogging home insulation, so I was of a mind to refuse it anyway, but thought I might as well stick the interview process out for practice's sake, if nothing else. So, the initial chat went well, and I and another candidate were called back for a second interview the following weekday. When we got there, we were told that we would take part in the daily "morning meeting" the firm regularly have. No problem, I thought as I waited in their small yet nicely plush reception while watching Scrubs DVDs on their PS3.
Then we were brought into the meeting room, and suddenly everything...well, "changed" doesn't quite sound right, but "became clear" seems like too much of a slight. There we were, two n00bs in a room full to humidity of yuppies. You guys remember yuppies, right? Young, go-getting, utterly insufferable twats who only care about money? Guess what - they're not extinct. And this room was chock full of them, with their iPod speaker in the corner blasting out generic house at a needlessly excessive volume, while their self-congratulatory chatter managed to even drown that out at times.
It got worse, as the meeting itself started with the In Crowd forming into a semi-circle as the boss, who we had met in the interview before, started doing his best impression of a hyperactive 10-year-old trying to recite the company training manual off by heart for ten minutes. Then it got worse, as the results for last week's KPIs were announced, and each individual achievement was rattled off one-by-one, followed by the person responsible running around the semi-circle and giving high-fives to everyone. One after the other, nearly everyone in the room ended up performing this ritual, giving the meeting the semblance of twenty Steve Ballmers at their sweatiest and most Microsoft-loving. It was like a cult.
Needless to say, both myself and my "competitor" made our excuses and ran far away.
Never going for a sales job again. That experience has burned itself into my retinas, never to leave.
Wow. I feel your pain man.
Reminds me of an interview I once had at a TV shopping channel. They had an 'office dog' (which would have been cool except it was a rat) and they were so full of themselves because they worked in TV (the Holy Grail in their eyes)! I told them that I much preferred reading to TV for the lolz. Suffice to say I didn't get it