I arrived late. BIG no-no. I left home an hour before the interview to give myself time to get to the location. I'm making good time and have almost half an hour to spare when I see construction going around the roads. I took the detour thinking it would be no big deal, but as it turned out, I had to take the freeway and go the long way around and then backtrack. I had ten minutes to go and I'm going back and forth up and down this street, looking for a parking space. Absolutely none. Finally, a car leaves and I quickly pull in. Phew, I thought I'd made it. I looked at my watch and it's right on the minute I was supposed to show. I walk into the office and the secretary ignores me. She's on the phone yapping away to someone about her personal problems, so I take a seat. Another ten minutes later, the interviewer walks out and crosses her arms, and says, "May I ask why you're sooo LATE!?" I tried to explain the road blocks and the parking situation, but I'm not sure if she believed me. In any case, showing up late was a big mistake but probably fateful. Her looks bothered me for starters. She wasn't particularly friendly and she looked ready to implode after every sentence she spoke. She said she liked my neat handwriting from the cover letter (the job ad requested handwritten applications) and she said I had adequate related experience for the position, but that my lateness was going to cost me the job. I was fine with that. From the sounds of things, the job ad didn't accurately describe the position. Not only would I need to provide my own mobile phone (which I didn't have), but that I'd have to be on-call anytime of the day or night, seven days a week. (The company loaned out lighting and film equipment for functions and film productions.) I wasn't too happy about being bothered on the weekends. I walked out of the office feeling like the world was against me, but a week later I realized that it was probably fate telling me not to get this job. They mailed me a letter a week later telling me that I had been unsuccessful with my application. Usually, that's reserved for people who don't make the interview process. Well, it's customary around here anyway. So bloody professional.
Anyway, now I have the job I want. It fits in very well with my lifestyle and I get paid a generous amount. It probably helped that I knew the boss outside of the workplace. He knew what I was like and hired me on the spot. He wasn't even looking to fill any positions. He just gave me a job because he knew that I was willing to learn and he knew that I would be a tireless and responsible worker for him.