It was tails.
Tails to not do the interview or entertain the process in any way. I should have heeded that bloody coin.
Thinking like what I had supposed was a sensible person, telling myself things like “it’s what a responsible adult would do” I went to the interview and in spite of myself put that old familiar ‘professional’ hat on, and nailed it. Knocked it out of the park. No one else in the running. Bollocks.
They got in touch a few days later to set up a final interview in a couple of weeks time. Double bollocks.
I didn’t want the job in the first place and it was looking like my new life would fizzle and splutter out on the floor of my inability to let go of the familiar. Which was all making me pretty miserable at the thought. Stupid sense of duty.
Fortunately, when the final interview came around my son had an event on the same day, meaning I had to email them to postpone, resulting in a somewhat galling “is he taking the piss” type email to the recruiting agent from the firm. It took that to galvanize me. I knew I had reservations about the kind of company they were, and was concerned that the niceties shown at the first meeting may only have been skin deep. The manner and tone of that email confirmed what I had suspected.
I replied, thanking them for their time but politely bowing out of the race.
Since then things have got a little exciting, in the relief of no longer having to consider a job I didn’t want, I opened my mind to other possibilities, just as some possibilities seemed to be hammering past me on the freeway of opportunity, I stepped out without looking and was comprehensively twatted in the back of the head by one of them, and I’ve been pushed along with it ever since.
In the week since I quit the job I never got, a new business is in the process of being born, one that I seem to be driving, and that would be pretty effin cool to be a part of. I’m signed up on an instructors program for something that has been, until now, a hobby of mine and I’m happy and super excited about the future.
Moral of the story?
Listen to the coins.
Hopefully it was Destiny calling, not Disaster.