Had a job interview today for a trainee architect post. Really good sounding job - no experience, will pay for tuition etc.
Was thinking of loads of insightful points to raise at interview to show how keen I was on the post. All about environmental issues of new builds, different construction methods, pros and cons of different schools of thought etc.
Got to the interview 5 mins late as I couldn't find the bloomin office but luckily the interviewer was late himself so, no worries.
Sat down, had the usual chit chat before :how was your journey, do you want coffee, blah blah blah.
Then got the the main part: Why do you want to be an architect.
MIND STOPS DEAD.
MOUTH GOES DRY.
I think i heard myself from some other part of the room RAMBLING ON about having watched 'Grand Designs and property ladder' on the telly. YES, I SAID 'TELLY'. And how I 'LIKED THE GRAPHICY BIT WHERE THEY SHOW WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO DO. I LIKE THAT SORT OF THING'..........
.... In my head, I just heard myself slowly.......derisively.....clapping. 'Well done. Well Done!'.
Willing the floor to open up and swallow me, I bumble on through the interview from hell.
Desperately try and recover composure to talk about construction techniques. Didn't want to keep using the word 'buildings' over and over so, for some reason,
I
KEPT
SAYING
ERRECTIONS.
Once would have been acceptable. 'I often admire the erections of Brunell...'.
But OOOOOH no.
'I like the industrial erections of the Salford quays...'
'Traditional erections of wood' .... WOOD!!!
Could see interviewer starting to look for nearest strait jacket so I just stopped talking. Leaving a sort of nervous silence.
'Right, Mr Jones. That seems to be all. Do you, er, have any questions?'
Here was my chance to redeem myself. Ask about the course, ask about their area of speciality, ask what the local building trends are...
Ask
Him
ANYTHING.
Nope. Just stared around the room, paused and said: 'Nah. That's it really, hur-hur'.
Shook hands, got up, stumbled down stairs (nearly broke large model of some building or other), hit myself in head with door and practically ran back to the car!!!!!
Anyhoo, 'fingers crossed, eh?'...
Was thinking of loads of insightful points to raise at interview to show how keen I was on the post. All about environmental issues of new builds, different construction methods, pros and cons of different schools of thought etc.
Got to the interview 5 mins late as I couldn't find the bloomin office but luckily the interviewer was late himself so, no worries.
Sat down, had the usual chit chat before :how was your journey, do you want coffee, blah blah blah.
Then got the the main part: Why do you want to be an architect.
MIND STOPS DEAD.
MOUTH GOES DRY.
I think i heard myself from some other part of the room RAMBLING ON about having watched 'Grand Designs and property ladder' on the telly. YES, I SAID 'TELLY'. And how I 'LIKED THE GRAPHICY BIT WHERE THEY SHOW WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO DO. I LIKE THAT SORT OF THING'..........
.... In my head, I just heard myself slowly.......derisively.....clapping. 'Well done. Well Done!'.
Willing the floor to open up and swallow me, I bumble on through the interview from hell.
Desperately try and recover composure to talk about construction techniques. Didn't want to keep using the word 'buildings' over and over so, for some reason,
I
KEPT
SAYING
ERRECTIONS.
Once would have been acceptable. 'I often admire the erections of Brunell...'.
But OOOOOH no.
'I like the industrial erections of the Salford quays...'
'Traditional erections of wood' .... WOOD!!!
Could see interviewer starting to look for nearest strait jacket so I just stopped talking. Leaving a sort of nervous silence.
'Right, Mr Jones. That seems to be all. Do you, er, have any questions?'
Here was my chance to redeem myself. Ask about the course, ask about their area of speciality, ask what the local building trends are...
Ask
Him
ANYTHING.
Nope. Just stared around the room, paused and said: 'Nah. That's it really, hur-hur'.
Shook hands, got up, stumbled down stairs (nearly broke large model of some building or other), hit myself in head with door and practically ran back to the car!!!!!
Anyhoo, 'fingers crossed, eh?'...
