Last Friday I travelled up to Newcastle for a job interview. The 3+ hour train journey was entertaining as I was sharing the train carriage with a hen party. I had planned on doing some last minute interview preparation, but spent the majority of the train journey staring out of the window trying to work out where I was. Not very productive.
I arrived at Newcastle and quickly realised that I was virtually the only person in the station not in full on party mode. I worked out the best route to the interview, bought some lunch and spent an hour people watching. The interview itself didn’t go very well. The job I’d applied for was advertised as a technical role, after a couple of questions it became evident the role was anything but technical. I knew that I wasn’t the right person for the role. Irritating after I’d spent more than £100 on train tickets and couldn’t claim back any travel expenses.
I later discovered that I didn’t get the job. Hopefully my next interview will be slightly more positive.
I escaped, swapped my smart shoes for my trainers and walked along the River Tyne back towards the centre of Newcastle. I was slightly underwhelmed when I spotted the Tyne Bridge. For some reason it looks massive whenever it’s shown during the Great North Run.
At least it didn’t rain…
As I’d bought the cheapest train tickets I could find, I had a long wait for my train back to Birmingham. I walked around the main shopping area and then headed back to wait in the relative safety of the train station.
The train back was busy but for some reason no one wanted to sit next to me. Perhaps I smelt really bad? I’ve no idea. By the time I got home I was shattered.
I had planned on going to Walsall parkrun the following morning, but I managed to sleep through my alarm clock.
It was my birthday on Monday and as an added bonus it was a Bank Holiday. It was also raining when I dragged myself out of bed at 7am.
I then did something I hadn’t been able to do since February. I pulled on some running gear and headed out for a run. Although my run was definitely more of a jog than a run, my troublesome heel behaved itself and I managed to plod along for a couple of miles without having to walk. I felt so good I could have probably run for 30 minutes but I was sensible and didn’t try to do too much.As I forgot to take a sweaty selfie after my birthday run, here’s one I took earlier.
A really positive start to my birthday.
Mum picked me up at midday treated me to a lovely lunch at Bistrot Pierre. After discovering that mussels didn’t feature on the menu, I opted for Steak-Frites and Crème brûlée. Although my steak was slightly overcooked and a little dry the Crème brûlée was amazing.
Unfortunately, I was a crap blogger and forgot to take any photos. Next time!
I spent the rest of my birthday feeling a little disappointed that I hadn’t seen the majority of my family or any of my close friends. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I very rarely see my father. My sister lives in Cheshire and my brother is busy renovating his house and also lives miles away. My friends are all married and have children and were sensibly making the most of the Bank Holiday weekend.
Apologies for the self-pitying, my birthday celebrations did improve the next day. I’ll share my experiences of Hythe in another post.
If you could go anywhere you wanted for your birthday, where would you go and what would you do? I’m rather demanding and would love to spend the day shopping in New York.
What’s your favourite meal? Mine is Moules-frites.