I thought that being refused from that job would have really knackered me. To be honest, I thought the interview day alone would kill me. I looked at my pedometer when I got home and I’d racked up over 13,500 steps. On crutches! And 2 hours on buses, and a taxi ride. And that’s without getting through to the afternoon “second shortlist”.
But… I’m still doing O.K.
Maybe it’s to do with the fact my partner picked up all the pieces of me and put me back together.
I walked from the interview to the bus station, which should have taken 15 mins. It took closer to an hour. Then I got the bus, which took about an hour, and met my partner in the centre. My new interview shoes had started rubbing, but I had , being the genius that I am, packed my trainers in the bottom of my interview rucksack. (Handbags don’t work so well with crutches!) I sat on a bench in the middle of a very busy Nottingham, and rolled up my trousers, pulled off my Tubi-grip with minimal swearing, ripped off my shoes and swapped them over. I got a few strange looks.
I struggle with Tubi-grip because I have slim(ish) calves, and HUGE thighs… so it’s impossible to get the size right. It either isn’t tight enough on the knee, but comfy on the thigh… or it cuts into my thigh and rolls down, but supports the knee well.
So, after I’ve put my trainers on, packed stuff up, and made myself look human, my partner arrived. He had brought a big bottle of water, which was wonderful. There’s also a “Riviera” going on in the center, which is basically a fake-beach for people who are nowhere near the sea.
The lunch provided by the interview people had been some very questionable sandwiches – cheese and tuna (but not in separate sandwiches) and something grey that tasted a bit like stuffing. I’m told it was meant to be coronation chicken.
We are meant to be saving money, but I smiled sweetly at my partner and he agreed that a hot-dog from the Riviera BBQ stand was a very good idea. We sat in the sunshine and just relaxed for a bit. He even pulled a Digger bar out of his bag (chocolate digestive bar from Aldi!) so I could have lunch-dessert.
When I got home, I cleaned myself up from all the anxiety and pain related sweatyness, was given a cup of tea and promptly fell asleep without drinking it. I drank it when I woke up, but cold tea isn’t that nice. I was just thirsty.
I was awoken at some point with dinner – Lamb koftas with cous cous and salad. We sat and watched comedy for most of the night, and had the BEST chocolate cheesecake with a few glasses of red wine.
Despite having a painful, difficult, tiring and sometimes downright embarrassing day… (I’m still no good at the whole “accepting help because I’m disabled” thing!) I still felt ok at the end of it.
I suppose this just goes to show that so long as you’re surrounded with people who give you the right support, you can deal with anything. Even sucky interviews when you’re on crutches!
My current list of injuries and pain is a little longer than normal, but not half as bad as I had expected. The crutches have done a number on my hands, mainly my left wrist and thumb. Right leg is still in pieces, and my left leg is getting worn out where I’m constantly leaning on it. I think I’ve damaged my left ankle too – it feels *wrong*. On top of that, there’s the tension in my back and neck that won’t go, but that’s probably anxiety about the impending house move and lack of a job.
Ah well, as Dory says… “Just keep swimming!”