Seven is a number imbued with special significance. The Seven Samurai, The Magnificent Seven, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, the Seven Sisters are just a few of my favourite sevens. Oh … there’s rugby sevens too.
But the seven I’ve been focusing on over the last day is the seven weeks I’ve got left before I have to seek my subsistence elsewhere.
Concentrates the mind that.
Still, I’ve been making progress on my cunning plans. Toward the end of last week my diary for the week ahead suddenly plumped up with several new events that have put a spring in my step.
Including … wait for it … an interview.
Don’t get too excited, it’s a preliminary one but I do feel a little like hanging out some flags.
So I took myself off to a quiet place yesterday – away from the blogosphere – to do some planning and preparation.
I’m pretty nervous. I’ve not had a job interview for quite some time. Is it still the same out there? I am hoping the normal rules of social interaction still apply. That nothing too weird has happened since I last had to explain why I thought I was the ideal person to perform a job of work.
Then there’s the question of thinking myself into the role for which I am being interviewed. What would my new employer get – if they were rash enough to offer me the job? How would I spend my time? What would my plan for the first days, weeks and months look like? How would I need to develop? What help would I need?
All big stuff. A lot to ponder on.
Then there’s the whole business of clothes. Business-like? Yes, but tie or no tie? Business casual perhaps? (Anyone actually know what that means?) Does the world really want another middle-aged bloke in a charcoal grey business suit?
Too late to do anything to advance my New Year diet so I’ll be a little above my ideal fighting weight. Lift not stairs then on arrival. You can overdo the ‘glow’ that comes from labouring up several flights of stairs. Perhaps a haircut though? With the hot towels? Yes, perhaps.
Time to visualise doing the perfect interview. Seeing and hearing giving perfect answers to the questions. Erudite. Confident. The candidate you just know you want to usher through to whatever happens next.
Several colleagues have now found themselves perches in other organisations or are on their way to. It’s nice to feel a little back in step with them.
But, of course, there are other things I need to be doing. Today finds me en route to a financial planning seminar. What to do and what not to do with your money as a newly redundant public servant.
I caught a little bit of the Prime Minister’s interview on the Marr programme today. What was impressive was the confidence of the man in dealing with seemingly impossible questions and coming up with near-plausible explanations for all that is going on.
It was a masterclass. And, yes I was taking notes.
All help gratefully accepted.