Travelling – Results

The interview in Cambridge today went well. In fact, it went so well that I already know I’ve got the work, starting in October for a minimum of two months, and almost certainly carrying through ’til January 2010.

The day started pretty well, with travel through London running so smoothly that I got the earlier train than the one I’d expected to get. Sure, it meant I got to Cambridge an hour before the interview time, but that also meant I wasn’t belting for trains/taxis/whatever, and was generally less stressed.

During the journey, I also got a call from another agency about another contract down in Reading. I’ve been put forward for it before (it’s a long-term project, and obviously has quite a turnover) by two other agencies but it’s never got any further. No idea why – and as today shows, my CV and interview stuff normally serves me pretty well – but those are the breaks sometimes.

So all told, it had already been a pretty productive day by the time I got to the interview itself.

After the interview, things went a bit tits-up, but still survivable all told.

First, the bloody taxi to get me back to the train station took nearly half-an-hour to turn up. I’d given the location where I was standing, without knowing there were two similar places on the same road – and the cockstick despatcher hadn’t asked which one I was at. So of course it went to the wrong one. Two snotty calls later, he finally arrived.

As a result, I belted through Cambridge station to get to my train back to London. And because I’m a twat, mis-read the signs, and ended up on a different train. Fortunately it was one that wasn’t due to go until well after the one I’d planned to be on, so I was able to get off before ending up on the way to Points Unknown.

It did, however, mean that I couldn’t get another train for another half-hour, which put me as getting back into the office later than I’d planned. (Not that it matters massively as I’ll still be over the contracted hours for the week by the end of tomorrow)

Other than that small fuck-up though, it’s been a good day.