how many ridicolous things can people tell at interviews

Dear reader, you know that between my hobbies there was going for interviews.

Well that was till I was actually looking for a job. 

A while back I decided that I would only change to do what I want to do, not what people need me to do.

The latest excuses I had to sit through ranged between you will get bored to do that job and  you are a woman and women are irrational therefore you can't trust them ( I think they must have wives with terrible PMSs) 

Anyhow last weekend they reached the top!

Let me start from the beginning

Saturday arrived at the famous Terminal 5 to discover that despite I had a ticket and a reserved seat, BA didn't have any recollection of me traveling ( apparently another of my bright colleague doing, as she forgot to issue the ticket) 

Nonetheless.. for once in a lifetime I was early at the airport, so after a couple of emergency phone calls was on a plane, and after a bit of fighting, was also sat next to M. Because you know, people have issues if you go to them and say - sorry would you mind to sit in business class and I take your on the wing middle seat.

Anyhow reach Milan and then train to Turin where Andrea & bf, Gallo, Mazzola gf and Davidone were waiting for me for a party. 

Andrea surpassed himself as the best host in the planet, welcoming me with home made lasagne and all the different things I love to eat. 

All sprayed  with bottle after bottle of champagne and few treats. Result: woke up the day after at 8 pm, to visit his new amazing shop, meeting Cri & Max and learnt of the new baby to come ( that seems to be the latest fashion- babies... seems that more the economy is fuct and people miserable, more they have kids- must be true, something you can't understand till you have them!) 

Anyhow Monday morning, wake up...  after 3.5 hours of train we arrive in Lugano- yes, I'm ready to move to this smiling little boring postcard town, in  order to get the job I like. 

After 4 hours of interview eventually meet the big man. Obviously they had in mind a different job for me. As they like the way I deal with client, my knowledge of financial markets and blabla bla. they would like me to market their fund across Europe, Us & Asia and take care of existing clients which seem to have become more and more picky in their request for explanation of products and trading strategies.. 

Well... I wanted to execute their trades, i.e. a step down for me, but with open potential for eventually trading.... 

So I propose: I'm prepared, to move in dump town, travel the world, raise  your funds and if I reach the target you set I would like to,  then ... start executing your trades. And we are talking about raising 1 bn $, something you certainly don't achieve in a day!

Do you know what the answer was? 

- we have found that anglo saxon people are better at developing relationship on the phone, therefore we prefer to have an English person executing our trades ( 80% of the company including the founder are Italian!) 

- We find women irrational!

And last but not least excuse: YOU ARE NOT JESUS CHRIST- if you are good at raising funds, you can't possibly be good at executing trades ( mind you- I only have about 8 years experience at doing this - and the reason why I actually got an interview was because they appreciate the job I do.)

I stood up, said goodbye and left the town- back to Milan , smuggled M in the hotel to lie on heavenly bed, with heavenly pillows, washed my hand with soap with heavenly wheatgerm ( what I pile of heavenly flipping crap) and went for a kilo of fiorentina which wasn't on a bed of heavenly rocket, because I fucking hate rocket.

On my way back BA kindly lost my luggage- delivered 2 days later by angry unspecified individual.. 

Morning after.. get phonecall from headhunter:

I have a great opportunity for you - a marketing role in Geneva... 

I don't think he will call for a while.