Well, had my interview. Thankfully it was pretty short as interviews go, and I think I did OK.
Until I got to the door, tried to put my jacket on, and got my watch caught in a tear in the lining of my sleeve…. as I do every single time I put the damn thing on. I must have looked a right tit.
I just don’t think sometimes.
I had a chuckle when I arrived at the shop though - I had just told one employee I had an interview, when Boris, who works in the warehouse, came over to say hi. The other guy turned to me and said, “do you knows this ‘tard?”