“ I’m good love, enjoy… ”

LOOOL, looking back on my past experiences I can definitely laugh now because the way I was moving, you’d think I didn’t have sense. I said in my last blog I’d let you know how I got my current role but before we delve into that, let’s take a trip to a few months before. After getting the call that I didn’t get accepted into the graduate programme, I went into my toxic bag and acted like I didn’t care. To be honest, I had another assessment centre lined up.

If you had to describe self-sabotage, this next part is the epitome of it. The night before the assessment, I ironed my shirt (with the breast pocket) and I planned my route to the assessment centre. I had the directions down packed and I was set for the big day. Well, at least I thought.

The day had come. I had a lot riding on this performance. If you remember, I was not trying to go back to M&S, mmm mmm not me. I’d left my house a bit late but I’m not worried because I’m a real Londoner, meaning I know what carriage to get on so I’m in front of the exit. So, I’ve exited the station and I don’t know why but I decided not to use my phone to find the destination… instead, I tried to use my pHoToGrAphIc mEmOrY (LOL STOOPID). 

Before we move on, let’s really deep what’s going on. I NEED this role. This isn’t the time to be taking liberties. Anyways, I’ve come out of the station and I was taking more lefts and rights than Santi Cazorla. I think after like 20 minutes of walking I knew I was doomed. So you’d think at this point I’d pull out my phone to get directions, but Cyber T isn’t a normal geezer, he never panics. I continued walking. I was hungry though, so I had to grab a quasson (however you spell it) and a luxury hot chocolate, you know with the baby marshmallows and whipped cream, the works. I began to look through my notes about the company I was interviewing for. I know, this wasn’t the time to be doing all of that as I wasn’t even in the building yet. Nonetheless, I finished eating, pulled out my phone and saw that the assessment centre wasn’t too far. I was an hour late but I realised, you can’t be late twice so I may as well have eaten.

So, the King finally arrived at the centre. I walked into the room where the other candidates were receiving a presentation. The lady giving the presentation said to me “You’re an hour late”. Now in my head, I was thinking, “Who said I wanted to be on time?” but I would have been swiftly chaperoned off of the premises.

She asked the group questions about the company like “who’s the CEO?” and “what’s the current share price?”. Funnily enough, I answered these questions, and she seemed impressed. I then proceeded to do a maths test and a technical test. We got our results that day and I passed both with flying colours. The interview part of the assessment centre was also good. At this point I was just exuding confidence.

So I’ve left the building and I’m back to the M&S grind as the thoughts of whether I got the role or not was coursing through my brain. I tried to convince myself that being that late wasn’t that deep, and I somehow had hope of getting accepted with my charm. Boy was I wrong…don’t be mad at me but I’ll finish this story another time (I promise).

Love & Guidance

TT