Well, the job application I sent in to that upmarket menswear shop, around two weeks ago now, obviously hasn’t borne fruit. No nervy phone call to deal with and no return letter offering me an interview to fret over. My feelings are just like with all situations like this, really disappointed that I wasn’t good enough for the position and at the same time relieved that I don’t have to go through the whole process of getting used to a new job and people. I guess something might still come of it but if they were interested you would think they’d get in touch quite quickly.
Anyway, I’m resigned to the fact that I’ll not be getting the job I applied for, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up, no sireebob. I’ve compiled a small list of well known menswear outlets and am planning to tailor my CV for each of them, see what I did there? Even if these places aren’t currently advertising positions you never know, I might just hit the right spot at the right time. Obviously I’m by no means expecting to actually get anywhere as I’m sure these places will be wanting experience, of which I have none, but nevertheless I think it’ll be a good exercise for me, being scared out of your wits is good for you, right?
I actually sat an interview for Next a while ago, actually I’m saying a while ago, now I work it out it was over ten years ago! My god I’m old. That was one of the most horrendous experiences I’ve ever had. In a very close quarters hotel, dozens of pimply youths half my age all thinking they were god’s gift. Then to be called into the interview with the head honcho because they had so many interviews to get through he was pitching in. He fired a relentless barrage of questions at me while his sidekick took notes, the jargon he was using meant nothing to me and he made it obvious to me that he knew I was in over my head. I even remember him making some quite brutal comments, though I can’t remember exactly what they were now. The main thing I remember was the river of sweat running down my back. I couldn’t get out of that place quickly enough, pursued by that guy’s laughter I’m sure. But hey, as Bruce Willis said, ‘If it don’t kill you, it can only make you stronger’.
All the best.