The Interview

Today I had an interview with a young company.

The company has only been established for a year and believe me it shows.

They've rented a loft space above a Costa Coffee in the heart of Soho. Let me break this down further.

Soho in London = clubs, bars, gay-clubs, gay-bars, prostitution and crazy tourists with cameras.

If your going to base your company in London, don't choose London's sex ridden backstreets. It's more professional to be based in a nice area. Preferably a nice area where you can drive in and park your car...

Most multi-national companies are based in business parks all over the UK. It brings a sense of calmness. Business associates can drive to your offices for meetings. You can work late without worrying about using piss stained public transport to get home.

This is how I know that the company is run by people who have migrated to London.

I've lived in London all my life. The excitement of using the tube to get to places died when I was 3 years old. The sight of a person wearing a banner promoting theatre tickets fills me with pity, not interest. I don't give a shit about the latest club opening on Tottenham Court Road. I don't buy fashionable hats. I don't get excited about restaurants on Shaftsbury Avenue. There are better ones in West London and the staff speak English.

So anyway, back to the actual company.

I was interviewed by a young woman and a young boy. The boy was barely out of university. He
wore Rupert trousers for crying out loud. I don't care what anybody says. They are not fashionable!

They were nice people. They smiled a lot. Asked a lot of questions.

Can somebody please tell people, that speaking in complicated sentences makes them sound like bullshitters!

I'm a pretty straight forward person. If somebody asked me what I used the Internet for I would tell them the truth. I obtain information and connect with people. Simple.

The boy said: "The essence itself is dependant on the argument for, not against, the need for a higher understanding of organisations, or such, that use and distribution of certain information for the sole use of the user...."

What the fuck?

He had no idea what he was talking about. I had no idea what he was talking about. But the woman nodded with an interested look pasted on her face.

They liked me.

I would rather kill myself then work for a bunch of bullshitting idiots who love working behind a Stringfellows Strip Bar.

It confirmed it. If they can make it in the business world, there's no reason why I can't. The hard work starts on Monday.