Instead of constantly buying lottery tickets, hoping to live the dream of leaving work and spending my entire life camping, I thought why not try something with better odds, like switching jobs to something more along those lines? So there I was, arriving at a rather impressive looking door for my interview. Not at all how I'd imagined it to look, I wondered what kind of people worked in an office like this?

Well, there was only one way to find out. So in I went, feeling a mix of nervousness, excitement, trepidation and oddly, hunger too, which made me wonder why I hadn't prepared better and at least eaten something that morning. That's the thing with interviews you see. You're never really sure just quite how long they are going to go on for. An hour, a day or even a week. I'd bought my pop up tent along with me just in case.

I arrived at the same time as an overly punctual early bird candidate, who was being interviewed in the slot after me. He introduced himself to the receptionist as 'Mr Trond, James Trond'. Purely because his name slightly resembled James Bond, he seemed to think he was 007, moving about in a spy like manner as well. There was no need for me to start behaving all spy like, I mean I'm a ninja. But to keep a competitive edge, I too introduced myself in the style of the famed Mr Bond. 'The name's Ninja. The Camping Ninja' I told the receptionist. The receptionist rolled her eyes at me, clearly unimpressed by my espionage efforts. Oh no, I thought. It had all gone horribly wrong and that was only the beginning...

After a few moments waiting in regret, I was asked to take my ninja boots off and then escorted down tunnels of winding corridors and into a candle and incense filled interview room. 'How enchanting to meet you' a voice piped up, as a floaty clothed lady greeted me. 'Enchanting' I replied, unsure of quite what was meant by enchanting anyway.

It's advice universally acknowledged that when you're being interviewed it's a good idea to copy the actions of the interviewer, because that way they think you're like them and seeing themselves in you, in turn, can sometimes work favourably and lead to a job offer. So that's exactly what I did. I copied her every move and answered every question with a prefix of 'enchanting'.

She wore slippers and spoke with her eyes shut. Why was she shutting her eyes? I didn't understand it. I'd been to some mad interviews before but this was the creepiest by far. Then she started sitting in a very unconventional yoga position, and in a few ninja kicks of my legs, I was too. Yikes! It wasn't very comfortable at all! Not sure that I was managing to pull the yoga-ness off and worried that I might come across as an arrogant copy cat, I did the yoga hum for added authenticity. 'Ommmmm'.

The rest of the story is not to be continued as the lady was quite disillusioned by my knowledge of camping and caravanning and regrettably, no further contact was made by the company after the interview.

If only I'd known before I went for the interview that what I'd heard to be the Caravan Club, was actually Carol van Klubbe, of the Carol van Klubbe Yoga and Meditation Centre!