Luck
Stressed to fuck in the morning, mainly about the fact that I had nowhere near enough work to show at my interview, but the wallet thing didn’t help. Until I got an email, which went something like this;-
“Are you the Chris Meighan who lost his wallet in Amsterdam on Sunday morning? Because if so, I have it”.
Unbelievable. Jesus does love me after all.
I sent a reply along the lines of “You are the business, by the way. Give me your number and I’ll call you”, but was generally too busy worrying about the Sandberg to think any more about it.
To explain a little more, the Sandberg Institute was the second of the two graduate schools I had applied to in the Netherlands. Having already been accepted to DAI sort of took the urgency out of things, but in a way it would be more convenient to study at Sandberg, since they are based in Amsterdam as opposed to way out in the sticks.
On the other hand, they had already seen some of my work at an earlier interview in April, and now wanted to see more. This I could not really give them, having not made much new (a full time job plus commuting to Edinburgh plus preparing to go away had pretty much put paid to that), and so it looked like a bit of heavy bullshitting was the only way forward. It had worked okay for DAI, at least.
Well, suffice to say that I didn’t quite pull it off. They were very polite and encouraging at the interview, but it was clear by the end that I had not convinced them enough, if at all. All the fine talk in the world will not compensate for a portfolio lacking in substance.
As it happened, I was a lot more taken with the facilities at DAI anyway, but not having to spend 1 week in 4 a 2 hour train journey away would have been nice. Never mind.
