The Interview

We leave the waiting room and walk down an endless rabbit warren of corridors. I feel like I should be dropping markers so that I can find my way back again. By now my nerves are really kicking in.

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After what feels like thirty minutes, but is probably only ten, we arrive at the door to the interview room. Just before he sends me into the room, Peter, the guide turns to me, hands me his clipboard and says:

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"Oh JB, just before you go in, can you sign this release form".

I'm a bit baffled by this, but say "Okay" and take the clipboard and, I put this down to nerves as much as naivety, I sign the form and hand the clipboard back to Peter.

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Peter then holds the door for me and with a "good luck" sends me in to face the interview panel. They look more like a firing squad rather than a hiring squad, but I march bravely across the room to the chair in front of their long desk. Then I notice that there are cameras everywhere, I think I count at least two on the panel and one, maybe two more facing me. I know the job is in TV, but surely this is ridiculous?

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The most senior member of the panel then addresses me in a rather severe tone:

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"Please tell us your name and briefly why you think you are the right person to be on this TV show."

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"I beg your pardon," I reply. "I thought the interview was to be a PA for Channel 3?"

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"Actually, no, we are making a reality TV show and you're in it." Replies the chief interviewer.

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Err, hang on a moment, can someone get me the Trading Standards People? Since when did my replying to a job advert to be someone's PA mean that I wanted to take part in a TV show?