Interviews

I don't interview well, which I suppose is indirectly how I ended up in the desolate wastelands of Eastern Norfolk.

I also have the phone manner and charm of a pissed-off rhinocerous with a headache.

It's not a good start for my Dream Job interview which will be conducted over the telephone on Tuesday night.

Advice handed out to me so far has consisted of

a) Be Yourself
b) For God's sake, whatever you do, don't Be Yourself


I posess all the Mad Skillz listed in the job description, so all I have to do, theoretically, is conivnce the guys on the other end of the phone of that. And that, my friends, is not going to be as easy as it sounds.