Ypres

City of world wars, narrow roads, indecipherable streetsigns and taking wrong turns. Causing me to be ten minutes late for my doomed-in-advance job interview. Thankfully some IT guys were in with the Grand Boss, so my lateness wasn't noted all that much. My profuse apologies probably did a lot as well.
Unlike his profession and his institution would have you think, the man who interviewed me was very nice and rather flattering. Apparently they don't just interview anyone there, no no, it's quite an honour to be invited. He even gave me a nice flattering reply to my question why the hell I was invited for one when I have no idea what to do in "that" kind of job. With bimonthly evaluations by the Board of Directors and obliged specialisations.
Urgh.
I have no illusions for a second-round interview, (but am highly flattered to have been the youngest invited for an interview) and to be honest, the high demands for the job intimidate me so much that I probably wouldn't last a month there. Or as he said "the contract we offer is for a year, to begin with. But it doesn't always last that long". Ok. Nnnniiiiiice.

High demands and non-bastards in a CLB? Who knew!

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