I have a job!
On Tues I shall be beginning work as a Centre Support Worker (p/t) for Torfaen MIND. This is a local mental health charity under 15 mins free-wheeling distance of our house. Pity about the long drag (pushing bike) back up the hill afterwards.
The interview was last Tuesday and they seemed very impressed with me, offering me the job by the end of the day. They were obviously not deterred by the fact that, having changed from comfy driving trainers in the car, I was wearing my posh interview shoes on the wrong feet. Maybe they did not even notice. After all, I didn’t…
… until after the interview!
A lucky strategy perhaps?