director of the night...

I have been busy over the last couple of days preparing for an interview, which I had yesterday. Unfortunately, the interview went really badly. In fact, it was probably the worse interview that I have given in a long time. I refused to accept the telephone call last night from the chair of the interview panel because I just needed some time to get over the disappointment of not getting the job. Anyway, she phoned me today to tell me that I had got the job! I said to her that I was really surprised about that, and she said, you should be, you were really borderline. I met with her this afternoon for some feedback on the interview and for her to make sure that I would be prepared to allow her to manage me! I will now put all of that behind me. I am now the director of the night, or rather I am manager of the night time social work service for the London borough that I work in, which is nice. I must admit that I prefer to be known as the manager with a touch of the night about him. The best bit about the job is that I am now responsible for reviewing the service over the next six months and helping to decide the shape of the service for probably the next 10 or 15 years. Exciting, eh? The only thing I have to get past is the old people in the team leaving before I am ready to sack them, leaving me to manage the lot by myself. I'll keep you updated on that one.