Fingers crossed...

Break a leg, you fucker.

Don't fucking swear at the interview panel; things have changed since
last time ...

 

Nor me, really.

 

Best of luck chap

Best of luck chap.

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Two in nineteen years.

 

Actually, it may be a bit more honest to say two nineteen years ago.

 

I get to be interviewed for my own job[1] in a couple of weeks time.

[1] my cunning plan if that I actually don't want it[2].
[2] I want someone else's[3]
[3] n-2 status, ooh!

 

Good luck and let us know how you get on

 

Good luck medear )

 

Nice one.

Don't mention bathrooms.

 

May 1980 for me.

It seemed to consist of:

"Are you confident of getting your A-levels?"

"Yes"

"When would you like to start?"

"Middle of August?"

"Fine. See you then. Goodbye"

IIRC, 37 of us started at the Pru on the same day. A similar number
started each Monday, for around 8 weeks during the summer.

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How many are still there?

 

Good luck.

 

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Good luck FJ and you can be fucking thankful it isn't a TOG interview
situation.

'Hog

 

Blimey - I was still hiding from the world. You've been working there
longer than I've been breathing.

 

How'd it go then?

 

heh, I was only toddling.

 

Git! You really know how to make people feel old don't you.

<goes off to continue digging garden and have quiet mid life crisis>

 

Apropos of nothing, when I became a civil servant (ha), I had an
interview with a courtly, elderly gent who engaged in a chat about
nothing in particular before asking when I could start. All very
civilised.

About 6 months later he did his wife in with the breadknife,
apparently, after a row about where he put his mustard pot[1] on the
breakfast table.

[1] This isn't a euphemism for anything, though it would make a good
one.

 

Steph said...

Only just in the 60s, and you look much younger than that.

 

I was looking forward to the intellectual challenge of starting
pre-school.