EVERYTHING’S COMING UP RALFIE
Everyone knows someone sickeningly good at landing themselves a sweet new gig. Schmoozing, getting coffee, doing beers, touching base, LinkedTok, all a mystery to those who serve in the galley of the good ship Fiver, serving you meagre morsels of tea-time bitterness. For The Fiver, the job interview is something to send the ticker into overdrive, all that talk of where you see yourself in five years (here, probably … er, hopefully). And how, if anything, you are too much of a perfectionist. You get up, offer your clammy paws for a handshake, leave the room and then realise your flies were undone all that time, and then, a couple of days later, you are thanked for your application and wished the best for the future.
