So, I went for another interview.
This job was amazing, the school was great, the teachers seemed nice, the job was big but I felt good about doing it.
And, oh, oh, oh.
I almost, nearly, nearly, almost.
But not quite.
Got the amazing, beautiful, challenging, well paid job that would have seen me not bothering the vacancies website for the next four years.
And double damn because I could have, should have got this job.
I later found out that the difference between me and the successful candidate (nice guy, we got on well, good luck to him), the only difference was the answer to one question.
A day full of questions and it comes down to ONE question.
If my last interview was a Nixon McGovern this one was definately a Bush Gore.
Hey, I just want to reassure you, I will not be growing a beard.
(Or in English, The last interview was John Major in 1997, this one was Neil Kinnock in 1992)
In any language, this one hurt.