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The Assessment

I've just got home from The Assessment -- and I really don't know what to make of it, or how to rate my chances. It was hard...and it didn't help that I'd hardly slept at all, waking at 3:40 a.m. and spending the rest of the night staring up at the ceiling with my heart in my mouth. And I'm just now realising, perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned this to the psychologist who was assigned to observe me today. And observe me she did -- at times, it felt like I was a specimen of some sort. Anyway, the day started pleasantly enough when to my joy, both Mark and Marcel, the two young men I've been bonding with most during this whole selection process, turned up to take part in this assessment as well. Yay! They got this far, too! We had coffee and later lunch together, but we didn't see much of each other after that. Our individual assessment programme consisted of the filling out of a heap of forms designed to give an accurate picture of your personality; an in-depth interview about your career choices heretofore and the competencies you intend to bring to the job in hand; 2 simulations in which you were basically thrown to the lions - in my case, I had to pretend to be an HR manager who has to decide whether or not to continue with a research project re: women in management, and do a presentation on the fly on how to make a certain governmental department more cost effective as well as productive in the space of 3-4 months. Then, for me the day finished with the writing of a policy document about the financial support given to Al-Qaeda by muslim organisations posing as charitable institutions in the West.

I don't know how I did. I honestly have no idea. I'm not happy with the document I wrote: I had 2 hours to read all the information and write it, but of course I wasted too much time on the first activity and ended up not having enough on the latter -- and so I managed to write a quick introduction piece, but never got to any sort of conclusion. Which is a pity because unlike the other tasks I was set, the results of this test will be sent straight on to the service and judged on its content.

I think I did well in the interview and well on the presentation, but I can't allow myself to become complacent -- or I might very well be terribly disappointed next week, when she'll present her report to me.

I really wish I hadn't mentioned I hadn't slept well...it sounds like an excuse, doesn't it?


Aug. 22nd, 2005 07:24 pm (UTC)
*fingers crossed*

I remember the never-wracking ness of my last assessment...and then the psychologist was so nice and complimentary at the evaluation. Meaning, you never know. But I'm sure you did well - you really want the job, right?

*thinks of Sunday next*
Aug. 22nd, 2005 08:03 pm (UTC)
Meaning, you never know.

That's exactly the thought I'll be clinging to in the next few days, or I won't be able to function normally at all!

*thinks of Sunday next*

Fantastic -- how shall we do this? Shall I come and meet you in Utrecht bright-eyed and bushy-tailed early Sunday morning?

Aug. 22nd, 2005 08:14 pm (UTC)
That sounds like a plan. I'll go and find out opening times and the route...
Aug. 22nd, 2005 08:17 pm (UTC)
They do open on a Sunday, don't they? Oh what am I saying? Of course they do!

Now, what do I need? Wish we could bring Trinny and Susannah with us!
Aug. 22nd, 2005 08:34 pm (UTC)
Brocade shoes!
Something velvet, something purple,
somethign military, something new...
Aug. 22nd, 2005 08:48 pm (UTC)
Brocade shoes! You're right, there is something missing from my collection still...Oh, I feel a spending spree coming on -- and isn't that the most delish feeling in the world? ;-)
Aug. 24th, 2005 03:11 pm (UTC)
Yess! Hey, it's open from 10-18 every day. So you better get up early...
Aug. 24th, 2005 04:18 pm (UTC)
Alright -- be with you at 9-9:30?