Bright Sadness

Part of the problem with interviewing people is that they are giving up their time to help me out which means that it's not uncommon to get cancelled on. On Monday, i arrived at my first interview to be told that it had been cancelled along with the person i was due to see in the afternoon. So i was fairly nervous about the Tuesday interview i had organised which leads nicely into the other problem with interviewing; the tendency of interviewees to work in a place i have never been to before. Now, i have developed some knowledge of Southey and Burngreave but this guy worked in Handsworth, which as far as i'm concerned is in Birmingham but consulting the map showed it to be a bit of Sheffield i had no idea about. So i decided to stump up for a taxi particulalry as he phoned up to move the interview forward on Tuesday morning. So £10 lighter and an interview under my belt i leave and find the nearest bus stop and thrust my arm out for a bus at which point i realise that it is none other than a 52. Yes, the bus that runs a five minute walk from my house not only goes into town but the proceeds to the office of one of my interviewees. I managed to find the irony in this (otherwise i might have screamed) and take it as an illustration that Sheffield is indeed, a city of villages.

Another thing- umbrellas should be banned.