One DaySwirling up- round and round the floors of the car park- shocked to see the number of cars already parked
Walking into one of the wings- smiling at the feeling of having done this
Broad corridors, shiny floors, an captivating smell of freshly brewed coffee
Entry formalities.
Amidst tens - Some like me, Some unlike, Some making me wonder
Now the rounds and rounds of entry. Psychometric- done- fun. Another round- all about me, only me, just me. . another of things I value, choices I make, influences in my life, decisions I take
So much about myself
The Psychologist. - read me like a book, knew me inside out- i sat there- amazed at the precision. Scared of being so honest.
Another DayTook extra long to dress up.. Hoping the seconds ticked slower.. Extra conscious of my look-uneasy
Parked in the preferred section… cheap thrill
Waited chatting with a transfer - competitor. Dislike.
Two more rounds. Triumph, Disappointment
Glad with the first- implementing the learning of ‘perspective’. In the second i realized my weakness.
Learning to reason with the situation
Competitor drove away in a Red H2...immediate fondness.
Worried-anxious- nervous- desperate- sleepless
The Final Day
Panic in the morning.
Luckily, had buffered in ample time for wardrobe mishaps, traffic & the parking rounds. Reached 15 min early- typically me.
Hated the relaxing red chairs in the waiting room… attempted to ease the stress but thought they were in appropriate.
I sat upright on the edge- typically me.
50 long min of chatting.. Experience, situations, number crunching, examples. Enjoyed myself- typically me
Lost the race.
Built it in my character, my stride.
Look forward to change
