Salisbury
I was going for an interview in Salisbury, travelling by bus. The bus broke down on the dual carriage-way outside of said city. The bus driver said that it would take ages for the engineer to arrive, so we were better off waiting for the next bus (half an hour). Bollocks to that I thought, that will make me late for my interview, I will hitchhike.

This was rush hour, so I had no doubt that some kind citizen would give me a lift.

I wandered up the hard shoulder with my thumb out for some time, and these cars just kept thundering past. It was also raining. As I wandered closer and closer to the city limits (uphill) I was becoming more and more saturated with rain, and more and more saturated with hatred towards the human race (thumb still out).

I started to shout "You fucking wankers!" towards the oncoming traffic as it carried on regardless. This shouting carried on for some time.

Then, the next bus appeared. By this time I was trudging my way up the hill closer to the city. I was not, unfortunately, near a bus stop...

Eventually, I arrived at the office of my interview. Absolutely saturated, and so hoarse that the receptionist asked me to repeat myself. I was late, but I was here!

The bastards should at least respect the fact that I battled to get here, I thought.

Wrong.

The interviewer eventually turned up, looked me up and down, and invited me in (grudgingly). All of my excuses were disregarded, and I was informed about how the company only takes the "creme de la creme".

Ah well.

[edit: this was my first 'serious' interview, circa 1988]
( Chupacabra owes me ten quid, Wed 26 Jan 2005, 22:38, Reply)