Where can corruption take me?

The pimp swore black and blue that he'd call back Saturday or Sunday. He didn't, but did leave a somewhat disinterested-sounding message on Monday morning. Frankly, I can't be bothered spending the money on a call back.

Today was second interview for the nepotistic position. They didn't cough up their own skulls, so I assume I did passably. They will apparently make a decision "this week or early next week." Just leave me climbing the walls, why don't you. My nepotistic contact says the decision comes down to (a) hiring me, as the sole interviewee to make it to a second interview in seven weeks of searching (and the technical interviewers definitely want me), or (b) starting the whole employee-seeking process over again. So if I don't get it, I'll obviously have fucked up in some non-obvious way really badly. Or HR will have 'lost' my CV again ...

Update, 4:05pm: And a loud WOO-HOOOO! was heard echoing across Essex and eastern London. Just got the call. Paperwork should arrive tomorrow or Thursday. Start date will be Monday 2nd September. You may now buy me a drink.

It never rains but ...

Between returning from that interview and getting the 'you've got the job' call this afternoon, I got another call setting up an interview for Thursday morning, for the ClearCase job that my CV was resubmitted for. Whoops, seconds too late!

(And a 2.9 megabyte Word document with a map JPEG embedded in it showed up in my mailbox not quite such a short time after. Love these pimps and their Word documents. I suppose I'm lucky it wasn't a QuickTime movie.)