Whew

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?”