Kate is running a writing contest over at her place. The task? Use 400 words or less to reveal a secret, but not explicitly. My daughter, (the Writer In Training), has entered. Can you pick it?
Here’s advance notice, people. In December, I’m running a contest of my own. I assure you, it Will Be Fun. (Or Else.) I’ll publish details soon.
Other news from the World of the Chicken: I’ve just had an interview for a part time temporary job. I haven’t had one of those for years, so it’s a strange experience, particularly since the interviewers are so much younger. While I aced the numerical and literacy testing (with a speed they found noteworthy), I’m not sure I told them what they wanted to hear in the behavioural section of the discussion. I guess I’m terminally crusty.
I should hear today whether I make the second round. Cross virtual fingers for me.
Update Thursday 3pm: Made the second round – interview tomorrow at midday.
Update: Friday 4pm: Had the interview. Seriously, I have No Idea how it went. The interviewers were one mature woman of my own age and a Young Thing from Human Resources. The MW, I think, was happy enough. The Young Thing, though, didn’t have enough lines on her mask of a face for me to read it very well.
Update: Tuesday 5pm. Didn’t get the job. Reason: “not enough experience in the specific role.” Hmmm, shouldn’t have told them I was up to try something new, hey?