I got to my interview and back through the traffic okay. Last night I looked up google maps and the satellite pictures and confirmed by eyeball which lane I had to be in to reach the traffic lights at White Bay. I had no intention of accidentally ending up on the main expressway to the western suburbs.
The interview was curious.
The woman that buzzed me into the office was a blonde social x-ray dressed in a skirt suit and six-inch patent leather stilettos, which made my heart sink. I dress comfortably even for job interviews (good quality smart trousers, blouse and cardigan) on the grounds that they might as well know what they are getting and while my shoes probably cost as much as hers, they are flat and comfortable too.
A different woman interviewed me. It wasn't really a interview, she took it as read that my skills and background was what they required. She really just wanted to meet me and get to know me better and make sure I understood what the company was about.
The office was not what I was expecting. Engineering offices in my experience generally look frumpy. The decor is typically twenty plus years out of date, and the furniture was secondhand a decade before that. Rubbish stacked everywhere, broken chairs and old monitors shoved into corners. Add layers and layers of paperwork and building plans spread out over the top of every flat surface.
This office looked *amazing*. Like an architects office or perhaps the home of graphic designers. The art on the walls was produced in house. I counted 16 desks for the engineers and another eight desks for HR/Accounting and the Team Coordinator's desk beside the front door, but tucked around the corner. So not on show in a gold fish bowl. I'd like the job.
No, make that: I'd love to have the job. I sent them an email saying as much as soon as I got home.