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So, back from Craig's wedding, and my suit is straight off to the dry-cleaners. Why? Well, on Wednesday night, ARM are holding a recruitment evening at their Cambridge campus. Working with them would be Quite Nice, and they've been on my to-apply-to list for some time. The recruitment evening blindsided me to some extent (a friend who works there heard about it on the internal mail and passed it to me), so I'm not prepared, but I'm capable enough.
Unfortunately, it's set to start at 1830 in the evening, and Cambridge is a good three and a bit hours away by train, so it's going to eat a good part of my day. In order to retain my sanity, I've decided to take the day and the following day off work, and travel earlier in the afternoon to be there in good time. So my wednesday currently lays out as "collect printed thesis from the binding shop, hand in to Sussex Uni, come home, put on suit, pack bag, go to Cambridge". I'll be staying with friends overnight, and coming back the following day, more or less off-comms for the duration.
It's exciting, and slightly terrifying. I've been thinking that I'd like to work for ARM for quite a while now, they seem like my kind of people, and they do work that interests me. And now I'm going to meet them, and see their campus, and hear about some of their projects and vacancies. I don't quite feel grown-up enough to be doing this, which is kind of tragic, but not overly surprising (I've been in academia a little too long). But it'll be fine. I shall wear ConferenceFace and ConferenceDemeanour, and I will hopefully impress people and so on.
For now, though, I'm frantically attempting to hack together some business cards and finish my CV, so I can run it past reviewers tomorrow and find out what needs fixing. Hackety-hack, hackety-hack...