Thank you to all the kind messages that everyone left for me, it really helps to know that i still have friends out there who are not only aware of my spartan existence through reading this blog and keeping in touch, but are also cheering me on when i feel down and out. It's somehow satisfying to share this experience with all you guys, and i hope that i can at least entertain a bit little through the reporting of my day to day happenings. On with the show.
Besides being able to see a little bit of a major investment bank, the interview on Thursday was almost a complete waste of time. From the very onset of meeting some of their people, they didn't show any enthusiasm, interest or emotions, and worst of all they weren't even looking for a C++ guy, they wanted Java! This got me thinking, why the heck did my agent set me up for this interview, was i just a filler so that he could sell another candidate? It didn't make sense to me. On the way back home, i felt chewed up and spat out and all for nothing. Now i know how it feels like to be [insert name of a washed up celebrity]...
Fridays interview was a surprisingly pleasant experience. I mean i only spent a half hour with the manager but i could sense that he was a geniunely nice guy. It was a one on one meeting in his office, so it was quite intimate, and i don't mean that in a queer way okay. Informal would probably serve as a better word, and i still like girls.
Samson arranged for me to meet a Development Manager, a buddy of his from Sophis from his old days at Rule, for a casual drink in the evening so i had a couple hours in between. I walked towards St Pauls Cathedral and went inside to observe their Friday evening song. I would later think that maybe i should have stayed where i was because after the drinks with Samsons group, we went to an expensive restaurant where they served 'good meat' for dinner. Okay, i thought this was gonna bust my budget, but i wasn't the only one that was gobsmacked when the bill arrived to the tune of 360 pounds for 8 people! I mean you wouldn't beleive it when i tell you that they had the guts to charge 3 pounds for mushroom sauce to go with your steak. Where in the world do they charge you to have sauce with your steak, please tell me! You might be thinking, well it must have a been a worthy meal fit for a king, but i thougth it wa ta royal rip off for over cooked steak and a couple sides. Poor Rufa, she only had a desert too. However, the excitement didn't end there, more was to come.
In an attempt to avoid being labeled a 'Paraguayan Horse' by his Brazillian buddies, Samson (along with me) was dragged to a club at Old Street later at night. Now, i was totally buggered already by this stage and i'm not particularly found of being trampled on and having drinks spilt onto my suit, though my suit has already seen listerine on it which is pretty much alchohol anyway, so i took the first excuse to make my way home when Rufa made a convenient excuse to leave too. But me being the noob that i am, i took a gamble and caught a late tube to Bank station only to find out when i got there that all connecting lines back to Sheperds bush, aka HOME, were finished for the night.
OMG, I was stranded! I had given my London map to Samson back at the club, spent all my cash at the restaurant, and had no idea which way was north, not even to mention which dark and winding London street was going to take me home. I tried to walk my way back to Old Street station but only got as far as Moorgate station before losing my bearings again. I met an Old man at the station who had just returned from teaching English overseas and like me was also stranded. He told me that he had lived in London for 20 years and still didn't know his way around all parts of London, one could easily get lost here without a map. Luckily, Samson received my distress signal and as swift as an eagle came to my rescue.