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Damn, diverted already.
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Ah, Betty. Ta muchly, Pete. Although I'm familiar with Miss Page's photographic charms, this delightful little film is my first Betty movie too.
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I went back for a second interview at Swapswire and fully expected to be offered the job. I spent two and half hours with them, wasn't aware that I committed any obvious don't-hire-this-fool howlers, and afterwards the agent told me that they'd liked me best after the first set of interviews. Well, I must have cocked something up, because I didn't get it.
Not being offered a job after an interview hasn't happened to me before, except on a couple of occasions when I didn't want the job anyway. No reason given, they'd interviewed eight, picked four and that was that. Piss!
In the past, when finding a new contract has been going slowly, I've half-jokingly said nevermind, I can always get a high-paid job in the City, but never actually had to. This time I was all set to do it - I was geared up to spend my time shuttling up and down on the train, staying in crappy hotels during the week, being away from home too much, all that kind of thing. I'd even started to sort of look forward to it - I could go and see obscure films at the NFT, find a Tai-Chi class, shop at PC Bookshop, that kind of thing. Ready to go and do it, but I didn't get the call.
So I'm six weeks into looking for a new job, and just blown my one chance. Past experience says December is a rotton time to try and find work. Even when positions are advertised, nothing happens until the New Year because of the various distractions of Crimbo. So realistically, I'm unlikely to be back in work until mid-January. By then I'll have been out of contract for 12 weeks, which will make things even more difficult. Most agents seem to operate under the assumption that programming is less like riding a bike than it is remembering a string of random numbers. As soon as you stop working, all your knowledge just dribbles out of your head and runs away. I can see an endless round of
agent:So how much C++ experience do you have?
me:About 10 years, on Windows and various Unixes
agent:But you programmed in Java in your last job
me:Yes
agent:And that finished in October
me:Yes
agent:But this is a C++ position, how much C++ experience do you have?
So I was miserable. Sorry Mum.
Anyway, I was all set to write this sorry story this morning, when Mike, my old boss at Berlitz, rang. He's in the angel investing game now, dispensing his accumlated commercial wisdom, business know-how and plain old hard cash to start up companies. He's working with a company who need some software written, and he thinks I might be the man to do it. Hurrah!
Feel much more cheerful now.
Cheer is a Christmas sentiment - grab it! [added 9th Dec 2001]
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