I was so nervous heading to London – how would I cope in the big city? How would I deal with the famous London Tubes? All this was answered and more the moment I hopped off the train at Euston and rubbed my eyes. Such a big station!
Within, like, 10 seconds I was lost. I had to ask for instructions to the tube station and finally found it. Then, I realised I didn’t have a ticket so I had to go back and buy a dayrider. Pretty expensive, and pretty hectic. Guess I’ll have to get used to this if (when!) I move to the Big Smoke.
I finally found the building where my (hopefully) new work will be. I checked in at reception and felt nervous. Shock horror! I’d forgotten to eat the sandwiches my mum made for me! Oh well, they’d have to wait until the train home later.
The nice interview lady called me in and I walked confidently into the room… 10 minutes later I was out. Nice and simple, kept all my answers short and to one-word and they seemed to be very impressed that I didn’t have any questions to ask them, showing I was sure I was the man for the job.
I left the building convinced I’d be back soon enough. I breathed in the clean London air and breathed out again, coughing a little due to nerves. Like the victorious man my father always wanted me to be, I strode back to the tube station and got lost twice on the way back to London Euston. It didn’t matter though – I was a man about to move to the big city, ready to make it in this world, and with a French sandwich in my bag!