Life's Mystery; Love, Success & Failure

A life story of love, success and failure. A compilation of thoughts and experiences in real life ........

Thursday, 24 February 2011

The Interview

           Due to my lack of finance I pursued jobs offering positions with accommodation and possibly no bills.  Well after a couple of weeks of hard work, web surfing, non-stop telephone calls and continuous chasing of prospective employers I finally got lucky!  I managed to arrange an interview for Sunday 40 miles from where I was staying at the time.

             Thinking how much money I have left (not a lot!) I answered to job advertising for general assistant in a licensed B&B.  It wasn’t ideal but knowing that I am running out of money and time I managed to convince the lady  at the other end of the phone (which I found out later  was a man who sounded like a woman-quite embarrassing I know!) that I was the right person for the job.  I was invited to the most extraordinary and unforgettable interview of my life.  I can still remember it like it was today.

            I didn’t have a car so I had to take a bus, train and taxi to get to this interview.  The place was located in a tiny village with no public transport running frequently.  It looked very tired from outside with massive two and a half acre garden, restaurant, function room and eight en-suite bedrooms.  Hesitation crept in while staring at this old building but desperation got the better of me and decided to give it a try.

            As I opened the door it brought me to an open bar, fire place on the right with one elderly gentleman (which later on I found called Chuck) quietly sat by the fire with a pint of beer in his hand somewhat a little unusual appearance with messy gray hair wearing bright yellow coat, dirty old trousers and wellington boots.  Next to him was a middle aged couple having a drink which appeared to be waiting for their meals.  On my left the restaurant with laminate wood flooring and a fish tank looking like it could do with a good clean as you can barely see the fish swimming if they’re not already dead.   I was greeted by another elderly gentleman in his smelly green coat which appeared to be the landlord but wasn’t.  Roy was pleasant and soft spoken with the familiar voice - it was him I spoke to on the phone.

            I was waiting for about ten minutes when a lady in her mid-sixty wearing a bright pink wellington boots, garden gloves, scruffy raincoat and messy blond hair turned up speaking and swearing on top of her voice in the middle of the pub in front of the customers.  She was Isabella the owner.  She spoke to me briefly, explained the job in simple terms “doing everything” then asks me to stay overnight to see if I like it and instructed Roy to show me around. I didn’t see her again until an hour later.  She left me to get on her tractor and mow the back garden!  She then came back and told me to mingle and disappeared again.  There wasn’t a soul in the pub except Roy the bar man smoking outside! I was left on my own wondering what I got myself into.  

            Please come and read my story again and find out what happened after my interview.  The names of the people in my story have been changed to protect their privacy. All events are my true and real experiences. Please leave a comment and share your true life experiences.  Anything like this happened to you before? Thank you for reading.

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  1. I did experience a similar interview it was weird, funny and scary at the same time. Good memories


  2. I felt for you bless you for writing


  3. Although I have never had that kind of experience, I am curious at what type of job you're applying for. I am sure not to be a server, nor a gardener, hahaha! You got me curious, so I hope that I will have the time to visit your again to find out what happened to your interview. Thanks for the visit to my site and hope to see you again.

  4. you have a lot of hope in your heart and that's helping you get on with life...keep it up! God has great plans for you. thanks for the visit and comment in my blog :D will be following your posts...
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