Wombats, alcohol and beds

warsteiner macroSo that pretty much sums up last weekend, thanks to German unification day, that started on Thursday night with a trip to watch The Wombats live.

Scousers singing…German beer – What more could a man want.  Apparently he would want Calvados aswell as the beer….before the frickin’ gig.  He would also want to be fashionably late…say..oh I dunno 30 minutes to an hour and a bit long show!! (Thanks Z)

He might also like to take his life in his own hands by doing terribly stereotypical German accents on a train filled predominantly with Germans…  At the gig, this theoretical man may decide that purchasing a T-Shirt was more important than purchasing a T-Shirt that has the slightest hope of fitting and would also be somewhat disturbed to think he saw his daughter on more than one occasion during the gig.  There may be some showing off on the train back, in front of a group of 14 year old German kids who were clearly of the cool bunch as they spoke English and had aquired a bottle of white wine…classy.  There was quite possibly a water fight, Z stripping and doing press-ups on the bar in O’Dwyers, a close encounter of the M kind and an arrival home of around 5am.

So that was Thursday.  Friday was spent in rapid recovery mode where lots of vitamins, coffee, tea, water and very little food were consumed.  Until around 10pm when it all began again.

Friday was a bad night for me, when the usual shots started to arrive….they were Jagermeisters…my alternative option was Glennfidich, which meant I had little choice but to drink the Jagers.  J bought 2, M bought 2, P bought 2..I tried to turn it around and bought Apfelkorn…but to no avail, the Jager had already taken hold.  I distinctly remember S asking if I was going to the Club Keller….I remember saying yes and I also remember that it was around 03:30 at the time.  The next time I saw a clock, it was 06:30 and there was an interesting note on my computer…

Cue waking up at 08:00….drinking a pint of water….feeling instantly drunk again and going back to bed.  11:00 and I awake to the realisation that I have arranged to borrow the car from Z for a trip to Ikea to pickup my bed.  I have been waiting quite some time for it, and am now officially a grown up again.  No longer do I sleep on a mattress on the floor..although since Saturday…I get a bout of vertigo whenever I get into bed.  After Ikea, I swore there would be no drinking that night…until I remembered the planned evening.  So I thought to myself, I know…shandy (Radler)…that’s the ticket…I will drink Shandy and all will be fine.  So imagine my surprise at walking into Schöne Aussicht…and ordering a jug of beer…with straws…. apparently my willpower and decision making skills got together and decided that I was wrong in my earlier preference and that they would get me shitfaced to punish me.

I do remember a fantastic birthday cake that A made for N…that N was looking for a birthday shag, but she settled for a Turkish Pizza…and no, that isn’t slang for anything sexual….I don’t think anyway.  I was chastised for saying congratulations to someone else before their birthday actually started…damnable foreign cultures.  I spent a long time talking to a guy from Wakefield….which was pretty surreal now I come to think of it.  I kind of remember staggering back home around 04:00, getting a Kebab…taking 2 mouthfuls and throwing it away.  I will never, however, forget how I felt on Sunday….a day where I did not leave the apartment…and survived by drinking coffee, smoking and chewing Ibuprofen/Paracetemol like smarties.

Then, on Monday, with an evening of relaxation planned…JW turns up from Iraq on a flying visit.  Suffice to say I got home around 2 and am regretting it as I write this…I just want my spangly new bed.

Also..is it somewhat dodgy that I got the bed and camera that I have been waiting for…..at the same time?

How was your weekend?

Bring on the victims…I mean candidates

Martina HaagSo recently I have been interviewing people for a job in my team.  I regularly get asked to perform technical interviews for a number of teams, not just my own it has to be said…it goes without saying that some of the people you end up interviewing would struggle to get out of bed in the morning, let alone get a job in IT.

SP and I invariably carry them out together, and spend most of our time sending little messages to each other over Google Chat..normally about if an answer was good etc…it works well doing this as SP knows immediately if we should proceed to the next stage with the candidate and the candidate doesn’t have to wait around for a decision.

It does however, allow for us to have a little fun when we are dealing with a particularly bad candidate…

In no particular order, I give you my top 3 favourite candidates of recent times…

Candidate 1:
After being told at length that the team is very technical and experienced…comparable to most companies next level of support, this guy continuously asked for reassurances that he wouldn’t be a secretary.  After the fourth time of asking, I actually had to say “for the fourth time, this job is nothing like that”.  This guy also seemed to be the subject of a man-hunt as it sounded like he was running alongside a motorway with various Police sirens going off around him.  When SP was going through his post-interview speech about giving feedback to the agency…my statement was “Feedback will contain the phrase, Candidate should just end it all and jump off the motorway bridge he is so clearly standing on”

Candidate 2:
2 weeks ago I interviewed a guy so bad at computers, I was almost disgusted that the blatant lies on his CV had fooled us.  Bearing in mind that the job is general support, having someone tell me that he is a database specialist halfway through the interview…and then have him fail a basic database question…kind of concerned me a little.  He was so bad, SP had to hide the phone as he was genuinely concerned he was going to laugh.  He did once, but managed to cover it up with a cough.  Suffice to say that my conversation on chat with SP was cut short as he started to do his post-interview statements…he said he couldn’t risk seeing what I was going to say whilst he was trying to talk.

Candidate 3:
I loved this guy, for no other reason than he had balls.  I asked him a question, which was by no means a requirement to have the answer as it is something we train everyone on anyway.  Anyway, the answer was “I don’t really know anything about that”.  I said not to worry, but does he know anything at all about it.  Then nothing, silence on the phone…I could hear a faint click-clacking in the background…after literally 2 minutes I had to ask if he was still there….at which point he reeled off the answer in it’s entirety..completely telling me everything about what I had asked…to a level that I couldn’t do from the top of my head and I hold certification in this topic.  Google for the win I suppose.

If you are going to be having an interview, here are a couple of top tips:

Know your own CV – I know that sometimes agencies don’t give all the information about a particular role, so knowing the job you are applying for might be hard…but you should really know what is on your CV..and therefore be able to answer questions on topics relating to it.

Remember who you are talking to – Again, telephone interviews can be quite full of information, but try and remember who introduces themselves.  Calling me John does not give a good impression.

If you don’t know…don’t lie – This should be fairly straightforward, but apparently not.  I am by no means an auditor, and I deliberately don’t make the questions unnecessarily technical, but I will know when you have a genuine idea of a subject and when you are making things up.  I will call you on it, you will look foolish….you won’t get the job.  Simple really.

Try not to panic – Especially if I end the interview relatively quickly.  Ending the interview quickly does not mean that you have failed (it can…but not always).  I just need to get information enough to make a decision, with some people that takes 5 minutes, with others…an hour.  The key thing to remember, if you are being interviewed…you have already been accepted as being capable of doing the job on the strength of your CV…you just have to confirm what I already think.

I will be honest though and say that there are definitely two sides to me during an interview, and they are normally set pretty early on.  SP calls them Teddy Bear and Evil.  If someone pisses me off real quick into the interview, or fails on pretty much any of my top tips points….Evil Dave turns up and won’t give you a break…normally though, Teddy Bear Dave is there and will be all cuddly and nice…I may even help you out on questions and reassure you.  Just be careful which one you force to arrive…..

Interviews going badly are not always the fault of the candidate though.  I had to hang up 5 minutes into an interview last year as Zak had fallen and badly hurt his head in the park.  Trying to explain that rapidly on the phone to a candidate to whom English was not their first language was fun the say the least.   I also got caught out by AV..basically, I had a lot of fairly technical questions prepared and I swear it was like he had the sheet in front of him.  I couldn’t trip him up at all (and that never happens)…essentially I started floundering around and making questions up on the fly..which never goes well.  Actually, I would take that as a good sign of a successful interview, but what he must have been thinking is beyond me.  The least he must of thought is “holy crap, how technical is this job”…the most would have been “who is this stuttering idiot!”

Anyone need a job?

All interviewers are bastards.

Twisted

Working from home…

2008AUG121652So over the last couple of weeks I have just been completely unable to get anything done at work.  Either I have spent entire days in meetings, or when I am actually at my desk, operational things get the better of me and I don’t manage to get anywhere with my tasks.

I suppose these are the trials and tribulations of my job really, but the other day I managed to get approval to work a couple of hours from home.  Surprisingly enough, in 2 hours I had achieved what had taken me weeks to get less than a quarter of the way through.

I am one of those people that benefits from being able to have a smoke, drink coffee and avoid the phones.  I stick my music on and get into a groove of writing…unfortunately it doesn’t seem to work for writing the blog Frown  Maybe I am just picking the wrong music for that…the Benny Hill theme tune is probably more appropriate.

If I am going to work from home though, I can’t get into my usual routine of getting out of my work clothes and sticking a pair of shorts on.  I have to stay in my work clothes or I actually start to relax and nothing gets done.  Which is not normally a problem, unless I am on a mad deadline…like the other day I suppose.

It is dangerously easy to get distracted though.  Despite getting everything done in 2 hours, it is fair to say that the 2 hours were not entirely contiguous….

Things I definitely did not do (in case my boss is watching):

Watch the latest Prison Break
Go to the shops to buy stuff
Check things out on Ebay
Watch the latest Heroes
Watch Dylan Moran
Surf and find new and interesting diet methods… and then ingest my bodyweight in snack foods
Exercise

Things I definitely did do:

Work solidly the whole time I was at home until the work was complete.

See…aren’t I good Smile

I think the mistake was becoming half-relaxed.  I knew that if I got out of my work clothes, nothing would get done…so I kept my trousers on, but took everything else off.  Lending itself to this state of half work/half relaxed.

I also couldn’t help thinking of the Simpsons episode where Homer gets to work from home.  Ok, so I wasn’t wearing one of those “big guy” dresses, and my failure to concentrate wouldn’t cause a potential nuclear meltdown and cause me to become a human plug to save everyone…but still…

I suppose on reflection, my innate British fear of being caught doing anything wrong, led my working from home experience to be somewhat dull…

What would you have gotten up to?

What a weekend :)

Me and the broodWell, I am back from blighty (Britain to you non-natives out there) and I had a wonderful time.  I still managed to put almost 1000 miles on the hire car…seems to be my lot in life I guess.  What I did have though was an amazing weekend with my 4 (count ‘em) amazing kids.

Not a single harsh word was needed, they were all amazing well behaved and I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.  All of the stresses of recent times just evaporated when I got to hold them and spend time with them.  The best of it though, was just spending quality time with all of them.  I had planned to go bowling, to parks, do this and that and the other….it was going to be a full and packed weekend.  When I saw them though, I realised that I didn’t need any of those distractions.

We were out and about, visiting my brothers and sister in law with my amazing nephew Josh.  I have since been told that he is like it with most blokes, but I made an instant connection to Josh and he would cry whenever I left.  Quite nice really as I am inherently bad with other peoples kids, if they are related to me or not, but Josh was different..such a placid and nicely mannered boy for his age.  I got to see him walk, which he has only just started doing…which was cool Smile

I resolutely refused to allow Ellen to be “Little Mum” like she always used to end up being whenever she has visited me in the past.  I looked after all of the kids, properly, and enjoyed every minute of it.  I think they enjoyed it too.  Don’t get me wrong, I know Ellen loves to mother people and be involved, but she is a kid too and deserves to be spoilt like the others.  I treated them all to some useful sports stuff for school/after school activities, rather than trinkets that they won’t use in a week.  We played, we laughed, we cuddled up and watched a movie, went to the park, went for a walk, played rugby in the garden.  We just generally had fun together and for my part I got to reconnect with my children and loved every moment.

It is a strange life as an estranged father, but I intend to make the most of it whenever I can.  I absolutely refused to fall into my past routine of spending time on the computer and leaving the kids to their own devices.  I think I was on Facebook for a total of about 20 minutes, and I checked my email about 3 times…and I didn’t get the shakes – go me Smile .  I made sure that we only visited my family a few minutes away from where we were, as I didn’t want to waste time travelling and then be distracted by spending time with friends and not the kids.  We were all up at the crack of sparrows and went to bed quite late each day (not too late though Wink )

None of the kids wanted to go home, and I agreed as it was far too short of a visit…something I will rectify for next time definitely.  Obviously I have to work around their holidays now to make sure I can have a week or two with them next time, but do that I will.  Tears were shed by everyone, but I know with complete certainty that they all genuinely love me and miss me, and I hope they know that I miss them all so much it is heartbreaking for me.

I did have to put up with some shocking music in the car, some eurodancetrashpopdrumbasehouse nonsense that they seem to like.  However, they are my kids afterall….which meant by the end of the weekend, they were all asking for The Wombats, Maximo Park and Dragonforce to be played so that they could all air guitar and air drum their way to wherever we were going.  Hey!  Kids need decent music too you know….and at least mine have taste….even if it is ruined by technogarageshed garbage from time to time.

Normal posting will resume shortly, I just wanted to share the best weekend I have had in a bloody long time Smile