One job interview later, and the first in two years... didn't make a fool of myself, good eye contact, but not quite my line, so I'd give it 3-1 against.
Being one of the first interviewees in a process that lasts all week is not the best position. Better the day before the last, so that I am fresh in the mind at decision time, and have hopefully been followed by at least one completely duff candidate.
The saturnine bloke who hands out the Visitors pass which I have to wear round my neck, which clashes with my tie and looks silly.
The notices everywhere - do not do X. Remember always to do Y.
Employees desked in clusters of four separated by tiny clapboard partitions.
The faint scent of carpet cleaner.
Paper coffee cups, paper papers.
The lumpy woman who is wearing completely the wrong clothes for her frame. Male paunches.
A world that I really really do not want to go back to.