Bunny Corcoran

I had the job interview this afternoon. It went fine. Considering the firm (quite high profile), the location (premium location in the City) and the sector (commercial law) I was expecting to be quite nervy about the whole thing; but I wasn’t. I think the main reason for this is that I don’t know for sure I want the job.

Anyway, I was interviewed by 2 people. They were both nice enough and it went fine. It wasn’t an HR type interview (i.e. pain in the butt competency-based stuff), but actual questions relating to what I’ve done, what I’m looking for, etc, etc. I was able to give plenty of examples. I can do what’s required on the job spec. I haven’t worked in legal but I’ve worked in another subset of professional services for the past 7 years and I think it was fairly evident that I understand a partnership structure and all the rest of it.

The only issue I’m still unsure of is the hours. It’s not clear. I know that the big City law firms are known for VERY long hours (not something I have to do currently) though that’s usually the partners/lawyers themselves rather than the central teams. We’ll see.

I phoned the agency and gave them feedback. I’m now waiting to hear back from their side. I might not have been passionate enough in the interview. By that I mean I may have come across as slightly indifferent. I don’t think I did, but one has to self-analyse after an interview and I don’t think I asked enough questions at the end or truly ‘engaged’ them in as animated/interested way as I could have done. That may not be a deal breaker. This was a stage-1 interview of what could if it progressed be a reasonably lengthy process. We’ll see. There are other irons in the fire which is the main thing.

Anyway, I went back to ‘A’s only to find he’d locked himself out of his house (first time he’s ever done that) and as his spare keys are at my house it was a case of both of us walking back to mine and he then getting his spare keys and walking home (my car is at his house but the keys were in the house! Duh). So he drove my car over this evening and we had dinner (I had no food in so he brought some fresh pork sausages from the very good butcher near where he lives). He also brought carrots and cabbage and spuds so I cooked up bangers & mash.

He went through my holiday photos to have a look himself and has now gone home. I’ve craved a drink all evening but don’t have anything in. Well, I have a 2001 bottle of red that a supplier got me at Christmas but I keep telling myself that’s too nice to open just on the fly. I also have a bottle of La Chasse du Pape Reserve (2006) which sounds grand (but I’m almost sure isn’t) that a friend bought me for my birthday. Again, I’ve convinced myself it’s probably pricey and I shouldn’t waste it on a Tuesday night drink (’A’ hardly drinks anything these days so wouldn’t have partaken).

So I’m drinking tea instead!!

Not looking forward at all to work tomorrow… am sure it will be OK, but I am sooo desperate to leave that that’s all I can really think about these days. Will keep y’all posted on post-interview developments.