Except it's not just any old interview.
It's a full day's 'working interview', where I'm expected to 'demonstrate my writing and brainstorming ability' whilst 'assessing whether you feel you could within our small team'.
This means I'll be scurrying down on a six hour train journey to Milton Keynes on Thursday, to return on Saturday. Yes. Milton Keynes. I know it's hardly the cultural hub of the south, so the trip will be also spent investigating whether such a place will make me noose myself within the month.
I hope not.
The job looks stellar.
I won't call it a Dream Job, but it matches much of the criteria.
It's a graduate position working at a Marketing company, however the title is a 'PR Junior Account Excutive', meaning that I'd get the fun (and admittedly, less profitable) stuff. I'd be writing press releases, speaking with journalists and helping to organise events. And probably making a few coffees, naturally.
But here's the icing, cherry and hundreds-and-thousands on the chocolate cake. It's (mostly) in Motorsport PR. The clients of the company's PR department include Autosport, EuroSport, Mercedes-Benz, the World Touring Car Championships, several of their drivers and Lamborghini. I can't arrange the interview for a more-convinient next week because "most of the PR team are attending a Lamborghini event in Germany". Suffice to say, there may be little perks and big perks.
Moving to The South would undoubtedly be a logistical-nightmare, especially as I don't drive, however I'll cross that bridge if I come to it.
But first, gotta get down on Friday... (8)