1) So I turned off the internet and went to bed with a book early last night because a) I could see a clusterfuck forming on ILX and b) I have a job interview today so I did not want to get sucked into anticipating and staying up all night watching an Interpol livestream in an impossible time zone. So I crawled off to bed with the book I am currently reading: Mod; A Very British Style (which traces the influence of Mod and Modernism from its late 50s/early 60s origin; through Carnaby Street; then Northern Soul and Skinhead; The Jam, Two Tone and 80s indie; right up through BritPop (and beyond?) So guess who turns up on page 308. GO AWAY INTERPOL, STOP FOLLOWING ME.
2) So yes, I have a job interview this afternoon and I’m feeling very weird about it. It’s for an organisation I really, really, really want to work for, like, panicking at how nervous I am at even the thought of interviewing for them. I don’t know if I can do the job. I mean, on paper, I certainly can, in fact, it’s the part of previous jobs I enjoyed doing the most. But this is not in terms of lacking technical or programming skills (which I’m pretty confident I can pick up and learn) but more the amount of social skills and diplomacy. I have no idea. I’ve done a huge amount of preparation and research for the role, which I don’t normally do. I’m that discombobulated. If I don’t get it, I will probably be devastated and who knows if I’ll survive the next round of disappointment/depression/hopelessness. If I do get it, I’ll be bricking myself even more.