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Bond, Dave Bond
The reason yesterday was such a light blogging day was because I had an interview arranged yesterday lunch for this morning so my mind wasn't on much other than "my hair looks terrible, I have a zit, I don't know how to iron my shirt, my God I've forgotten how to speak English!!!"
But the interview went so well in fact I could swear the interviewer saw my CV and then tailored two job specs especially for me, so perfect are these roles. I've agreed to go through the interview process for both. If you thought me working for DoubleClick was evil, then imagine the irony in my mouth when she said who these two companies were.
That alone made it worth my while. The suit was a bonus.
I've never worn a suit before. Sure I tried it on in the dressing room when I bought it, but I've never been out in public wearing one before, and I swear with the haircut and a shave I looked sharp, I looked fine, I looked £705,032.54 ($1,000,000). I was starting to get paranoid about the amount of female attention I was getting on the Tube and on my way to see Pix at her place of work.
If you read AE regularly you'll know that she works for the Royal National Institute for the Blind, who are an equal opportunities employer and have many people with disabilities working for them. Its humbling to see them perform as well as any able-bodied professional would in the same role.
I arrived, said my hellos and sat down. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I felt the need to point out to Pix that I had noticed I was getting quite a bit of attention from one of her colleagues. The girl had been blatantly staring at me with a smile on her face for ages and sure I knew I looked good, but there was social etiquette to consider.
"That girl's been checking me out for ages now" I whispered to Pix, but she didn't bat an eyelid;
"She's blind."
Mar. 1.2002