Application letter was successful. Tick.
Date of interview in bold letters on the calendar. Tick
Researched latest government buzz words and memorised all the gazillion things I've done in 20 years of teaching. Tick.
Crammed on all the wierd and wonderful possible questions from a student panel. Tick.
Primped and preened my presentation to a shine that could be seen from space. Tick.
Enough petrol in the car, sorted childcare, driven the route in rush hour to avoid any chance of panic. Tick.
Outfit and hair sorted. No. No. No.
I mean, come on. Having been out of the work place for over a year, that's what was bothering me before the big interview day. What I was going to look like? I am, dear reader, hanging my head in shame. But I suppose it all stemmed from the fact that I've been slouching for four seasons in my garden cabin; just me and my cats. Whilst sticking to my 'don't leave the house without foundation or mascara', there have been a few days when it seemed I was reliving my uni days. If it doesn't need ironing, I'm wearing it.
And then comes the day where I've got to look professional again, look like I'm Shonda Rimes bad-ass. I was fully convinced that my fuller figure couldn't be contained within my work clothes from a year ago and I didn't have time to trek across London to my hair saviour. What was a #Post40 mama to do?
The solution? Found the dress that I felt the most 'me' in and plaited my hair into a style that would stay put, come wind, rain, hurricane - you know, the one where your head becomes a bobby-pin cushion. Then spent my time getting my prep on rather than shopping my feet off.
As for the day? After an in-tray task to beat all in-tray tasks, a lesson that seemed to end in two minutes, a student panel where I admitted I wanted to be Gemma Cairn, an interview with two Heads where I smiled a lot (and answered questions obviously), a presentation in front of the other candidates and another interview with three Heads; I was exhausted.
My drive home was full of me talking to myself about what I should have said or done differently - why is it the great stuff comes to you AFTER the interview??
It was a day that threw me in the deep end and I surprised myself by swimming with my head above water.
Well done me.