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I was intending to walk home today.
I was also intending to take my CV in to a temp agency, in the hope that they would be able to give me money in exchange for my labor.
As it turns out I did not do either of those things. And I am extremely glad, because it is raining. Really, really heavily raining. 'The heavens opened' kind of rain. I was so damp I had to change my pants when I got in, when all I had tried to do was stand at a bus stop and then, after disposing of the bus, walk a few hundred yards to my front door.
It's not like the temp agency won't still be there on Wednesday.
(At least I have a CV now. It isn't a brilliant CV, but at least it exists.)
I have to go to another 'so, you're still unemployed, then' meeting at the welfare agency on the 27th. (I think. I can't be bothered to look it up, since I know I have at least a fortnight's grace and it doesn't seem worth committing to memory just yet.) I'm not particularly worried about this, this time, as I have been turning in applications now and I am actually being Miss Good Job Hunter. I still don't have a job, though, because simply wanting to work doesn't seem to be good enough.
My adviser wants me to go apply for a job in Wimbledon. Three problems with this: 1. I don't want to have to go to fucking Wimbledon every day and if you'd ever been to Wimbledon you'd know why this prospect fills me with horror, 2. I have no idea what the firm actually sells and any company whose recruitment procedure involves nothing more than going along and saying 'you got any vacancies?', no application or CV required, sounds distinctly dodgy and 3. The job description involves assembling furniture.
Is a clerical job in a hospital really so much to ask for? I've seen clerical workers in the NHS. I'M BETTER THAN (a fair number of) THEM. I have computer skills to burn, I'm pleasant on the phone and in person, and while I might not be stunningly gorgeous I'm always decently turned out and I look competent. Plus, I can spell and speak English with a middle-class accent.
It's stopped raining now, but I'd still have been very wet if I'd stayed out and tried to walk home. I am so glad I was lazy.
I was also intending to take my CV in to a temp agency, in the hope that they would be able to give me money in exchange for my labor.
As it turns out I did not do either of those things. And I am extremely glad, because it is raining. Really, really heavily raining. 'The heavens opened' kind of rain. I was so damp I had to change my pants when I got in, when all I had tried to do was stand at a bus stop and then, after disposing of the bus, walk a few hundred yards to my front door.
It's not like the temp agency won't still be there on Wednesday.
(At least I have a CV now. It isn't a brilliant CV, but at least it exists.)
I have to go to another 'so, you're still unemployed, then' meeting at the welfare agency on the 27th. (I think. I can't be bothered to look it up, since I know I have at least a fortnight's grace and it doesn't seem worth committing to memory just yet.) I'm not particularly worried about this, this time, as I have been turning in applications now and I am actually being Miss Good Job Hunter. I still don't have a job, though, because simply wanting to work doesn't seem to be good enough.
My adviser wants me to go apply for a job in Wimbledon. Three problems with this: 1. I don't want to have to go to fucking Wimbledon every day and if you'd ever been to Wimbledon you'd know why this prospect fills me with horror, 2. I have no idea what the firm actually sells and any company whose recruitment procedure involves nothing more than going along and saying 'you got any vacancies?', no application or CV required, sounds distinctly dodgy and 3. The job description involves assembling furniture.
Is a clerical job in a hospital really so much to ask for? I've seen clerical workers in the NHS. I'M BETTER THAN (a fair number of) THEM. I have computer skills to burn, I'm pleasant on the phone and in person, and while I might not be stunningly gorgeous I'm always decently turned out and I look competent. Plus, I can spell and speak English with a middle-class accent.
It's stopped raining now, but I'd still have been very wet if I'd stayed out and tried to walk home. I am so glad I was lazy.
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