Job Interview – Run Bunny Run

It is not like me, nor am l in the field of work where l would pull up the next day…. stiff and sore from a job interview. I am not a gym instructor, a marathon runner…l wheel my way around a office. Fitness is not my friend.

After three months of unemployment, you may understand that getting a job is important about……now. So a job interview is great…..arriving there 15 minutes late is not so great. Let me tell you the comedy of errors that lead to such a travesty!

Basically….l’m a duhhhh head but l didn’t let my potential employers know this.
I had an interview at what l thought was the city Town Hall, on arriving at the Town Hall ten minutes prior to the interview…….all fresh, ready and relaxed.

Insert Comedy………..now…………
1/ Can’t find any open doors to Town Hall, no side door, no door. SHIT!
2/ All four lots of people l asked for directions were tourists.
3/ I looked at my address…..Town Hall…..PLACE. And evidently this WAS NOT the place!! SHIT…..don’t panic. You don’t know Sydney, you don’t know the streets, don’t panic. Five minutes to go………..STAY CALM!!
4/ I have the technology….STAY CALM!! Keep calm and you can do this.
5/ I enter the address into the iPhone Map system. It must be near where l am….it must be near the Town Hall. Computer says NO.

It tells me that my interview is very, very far away……..l have 5 minutes and it is 30 degrees. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I sprint, l dodge traffic…l attempt cabs but they are all full….l hold my iPhone and run, run, run. Run Bunny run! Looking at my phone, l have eyes only for my map, showing me as a little moving blue blob, heading towards my interview.

After a lot of running, l am in need of a slower pace….l take this walking moment to phone my interviewer. It goes to his message bank and l now visually impose the image of a panel sitting in an empty boardroom….looking at the clock, sighing, drumming their fingers on the table. I leave a message.
*hear re-enactment later!

I continue to run….watching the little blue blob…ME….moving along the map. I am getting closer, closer, closer. Out of breath, sweating…..l am at my destination. Phew.

I look up at the street numbers………200. WHAT!!?? I need 456. How can this be?
Then the penny dropped…..l have been in a car with satellite navigation and because of the tall buildings it went haywire and lead us to the wrong place. My iPhone navigation had just done that to me……….of course Town Hall Place was NEAR Town Hall!!!
Why did l blindly trust technology?? Why did l not look up? Why was l so hypnotised by my own little blob running, running, running?

At this point, l was 10 minutes late……….l felt that the world was conspiring against me, that it was a sign….that it was comical. Actual fact is………l should have read the address correctly and looked it up way before the interview!

But lets just put that small detail aside and go with the ‘technology turned on me’ angle.
I was wondering if l should even bother, who is going to hire someone who is late for a job interview? I had run out of puff and turned and walked back in the direction l had come from. I called the employer again and once again left a message….l am still on my way.

I walked, jogged, ran in front of traffic and got to my destination……….(which l would have made in time), regardless of my first mistake. It was a large organisation so signed in at the front desk and found out that the Head of Department who l was to meet was away sick that day and l would have an interview with someone else.

So my straightened Jennifer Aniston hair was now sweaty and lank, my face looked that of someone who had just completed the marathon….l looked like the Japanese monkies who sit in the hot springs.

I worked the technology angle considering l was going for a job that was all about technology. I palyed the comedy,not overplaying…..just the right amount of laughs. They did not seem to mind and the interview went well.

However……..after leaving, what concerned me the most is this.....

The man who is the head, the one who is going to make the decision, the one who did not get to experience my charm and wit…..is going to come back to work and check his phone messages. And his ONE impression of this potential employee goes something like this……………




I’ll let you know if l get the job……but don’t call me, l’ll call you.