October 13th, 2008

gamiila sig #2

End of the exercise

I got up at a ridiculously early hour to go up to Amsterdam and the interview with Diageo, that was scheduled to last from 9am to 1pm...except it didn't last 5 minutes. As soon as I mentioned that I'd already accepted another job offer (and what imp made me say that?), it was all over. "Thanks for coming to let us know, but we can't see any more point to this, and don't let the door hit you on the way out." A pity. I really fancied that job, and that environment...and I know that if only I could have kept my mouth shut, I would have nailed that interview.

So I went into the city in search of breakfast, but I'd forgotten that it was a Monday and all the shops were closed until 11am...and so were all the places where breakfast might conceivably be obtained (except for McDonald's, of course, but I'd rather starve). In the end I had to make do with an over-priced croissant at the station. I blame my globe-trotting ways for my impatience with Dutch opening hours. Foreign travel has spoiled me, and I can't believe my own country can be so backward sometimes. And it's not just opening hours that irk me; there's also my countrymen's tendency to hog the elevators. Why can't they stand on the right like every other civilised nation? Or wait in an orderly queue at the bus stop? And why am I turning into such a grumpy old woman of late?

Heigh-ho. I've got 17 16 more days of freedom ahead of me. I'd better find ways to enjoy them, as I won't get any more until Christmas.

ETA: And since when has that 'powered by Last.fm' been there?