the interview

I had an interview at 11am in Gurgaon, which meant leaving at 9 to account for the metro and the walk and the fact that something always goes wrong. Something always goes wrong. Yesterday the something was: the address I had was for the old office, which had moved to a new building in a different sector, which I found out from the security guard at the old address who pointed me in a direction that turned out to be correct but felt made up. I arrived four minutes early. In a different shirt than I'd planned — I'd changed on the metro, which I do not recommend but which is possible if you are determined. The button at the wrist is still wrong but nobody noticed. The panel was three people. One asked good questions, one repeated everything the first one said in slightly different words, one wrote things down without looking up. The questions were about the usual things. At one point they asked what my five-year plan was. I have a five-year plan but it's private, the way teeth are private — everyone has them but you don't generally show people. I said something about growth and contribution that was true in the most general possible sense. They thanked me and said they'd be in touch. This phrase, said in this tone, is a complete communication. I thanked them back. I got an auto outside the building and it started raining as I got in. On the metro home I sat and thought about whether I wanted this job. I'd spent so much energy getting to the interview on time that I'd forgotten to think about the actual job. The answer, once I thought about it for four stops, was: probably yes, but.