I found out why I didn’t get a job I applied for 5 or 6 years ago.
The interviewing manager confessed that we’d never have been able to work together as she fancies me something rotten.
She’s obviously got absolutely no taste at all. And I’m happily married, so is she. 😯
(We now work in the same group, hence being at the same Christmas party, along with 500+ other people.)
What she doesn’t know (and I didn’t tell her as she was drunk) is that the next stage of reorganisation means that I’ll almost certainly be working with her from next spring. Rather than walking past in the corridor once a quarter.
That’s going to be awkward, if she remembers the confession.