The interview

Well, at the end I went back to the nursery home and filled the aplication form. Thanks good I found the way to getting there without walking 3 hours... my secret? buses.

Last friday my cousin D and I went to the nursery home again and I took the form. I was hoping not having to go back another more time but... oh man, do they really need a photo?ç

So I went back to town and that weekend I took me a photo. I hate ID photos. And even more in one of theese machines.

"Please select the tipe of photo that you want"
"Ready? 3, 2, 1, smile. Chuiif"
"Congratulations, you are very ugly in this photo"

I went back again to the nursery on monday morning and gave them my form with photo. The same afternoon they called me.

-Could you come tomorrow at 4.20 for an interview?
-Of course yabadabadú.
-We need your ID and something to proove that you are living in your adress, bills or something.
-Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm sharing my house and the bills are not on my name.
-Well, we need something. Would be possible?
-Yes don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Bye.

I said don't worry... but I was worried. What do I do now? -thought I-
Well, after half an hour searching some proove around all the corners of my house I decided to go to the Hunters agency (who I'm renting the house) and ask them for something to proove that I'm living in one of their houses. There was a woman. She was very very kind and wrote me a letter saying that I'm living here and giving her telephone number just in case.

So yesterday I went to the interview. I thought I was the only one person expecting for that job but... the truth is that when I got to the nursery home (for the 4th time) I found there were 4 more women who spoke english much better than me. Great!

My interview wasn't at 4.20... I had to wait like 45 minutes sweding. The interviews seemed to be long.
That's a lot of time speaking in english - I thought- I'm not good enough in this language.

It was my turn.

I got into the room. There were one woman and one man dressed like a cheff. I thought he musted be the cheff (I'm very smart).

The woman started to speak very very very very very fast in english (of course) and like a machine. And when I say very very very very very I mean very very. I'm allways exageratting...
Even thoug I understood her. But I got very nervous. I had a lot to answer to each of her questions but... when I started to speak I got more and more nervous and spoke slower than I use to.

The cheff asked me something and I don't even understood him. The woman had to traslated it to me.

Actually it wasn't so bad. They told me I had a very good english and everything... but, I don't have any experience as a kitchen assistant and... well, althoug having a good english, the english women have a better one so...

They told me to call me this morning between 9 and 10 in the morning and tell me the results. Now it's 11.21 and I still waiting. I think I'm going to the jobcentre and look for a new job.

Maybe next time.