Day 11

Day 11

Tomorrow is a big day.

I have an interview scheduled at one of the biggest international audit companies in the country, after which they will decide if I am worthy of a bursary, or whether I will receive the honour of being able to article there, or whether I will get, or have, none of those things

Am I nervous?

I should be, I have no idea what I will tell them and I’m not even sure I want to be a chartered accountant one day, but for some reason I don’t feel nervous at all. Why should I? If they like me they like me, and if they don’t they are idiots and that means that their company will soon become bankrupt.

There is one question in particular, though, that I am sure they will ask, but I am not sure how to answer. Why do we want you here? 

Everyone probably answers along the line of “I’m a hard worker and just looking at your company’s logo makes me erect,” but I cannot say that. I know that wherever I end up will become my pride and joy, and while I am as lazy as a slug that is smoking weed, if I find a task challenging I will be able to complete it within a surprisingly short amount of time. I also don’t yet care for the company, I have no experience with it whatsoever, but it is successful and it is probably worth a try to get my foot in the door.

Maybe I should say that, but I am not going to, because while I know that I am good enough to be awarded more than what they offer, acting like a pompous prat will not convince them. Tomorrow, therefore, I will behave like a peppy prefect and dance like a monkey. At least then I can say that I tried, which is something that I don’t do for any occasion.

If conforming doesn’t show them I mean business, nothing will.