My French is really a lot rustier than I thought as I realised last week. Being on a date with a Frenchman is one thing. Being at a job interview in front of one is a totally different ball game. So I went for a job interview this week that didn’t mention ‘French Speaking’ in the job description and the boss spoke perfect English so it wasn’t really an issue but it did get in the way of the ‘professional bonding exercise’. I also didn’t get his humor which I never thought was an issue – If you could get Pepper’s abstract and somewhat strange sense of humour I assumed anyone else’s would be a piece of cake. It turned out to be more of a piece of burnt toast. So that was that. They did offer me the job because they needed someone soon but I knew I wasn’t the right person for it.
Anyway, I’ve applied for a two more jobs including one in the West End which is walking distance from where Whiz Girl is working and not too far from my old office. They’re both in Media/Entertainment which is where I have experience so I’m hopeful they’ll call me for an interview.
Speaking of hopeful, there’s definitely one hopeful person on this floor, who fessed up to the flowers and chocolates from Friday that appeared on my desk from an anonymous Valentine. He caught me off guard in the kitchen and asked if I liked the flowers. We have chatted at office drinks but I never thought he was into me. It’s sort of like the scarecrow situation turned upside down. He seems really nice and he isn’t the boss’s son, but he is a bloke in banking with a sports car which is a combination that left me with a pretty bad dating hangover last year. And of course there’s the fact that we work together and I could still be here a while and it could get weird if things don’t work out.
Not sure what to do and I don’t want to be the talk of the office. As with every office, gossip is something of an addiction that is often only shared with peers in the confines of the kitchen over coffee, or the ladies…and I don’t want it to be me. Most importantly though I still haven’t broken my ‘don’t date anyone from work’ rule and something tells me now isn’t a good time to break it.
In other news, I went to London Fashion Week with Whiz Girl – she bagged tickets through a journalist friend. She’s enjoying her job but says she’s struggling with the office politics. It’s only her second job but she’s a smart girl so I’m sure she’ll find a way to manage it. Do you find that at work too? I’m sure many of you reading my posts have probably had way more experience with this sort of thing so definitely interested in any tips you can give me to pass on to Whiz Girl..
Anyway, I’ve got to run. Heading over to a client’s office with the boss for a meeting. Thank goodness the sun is out. Getting drenched while taking over some files last week was not fun.
Have a good rest of the week, speak soon xx
P.S. Should I go on a date with Mr. Valentine?