Could Princess Di Get Me a Proper Job? (Now Moved)

This post has been edited and moved. It is now at the new Lord of Lash Blog…. specifically, Could Princess Di Get me a proper job. It’s a post about a ridiculous task I had to do at a crappy job interview, featuring none other than Freddy Mercury, John Lennon, Victoria Beckham, Ricky Gervais, Princess Diana (WTF?) and, strangely, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Check it out.

The Barren Patch (Employment Version)

There was a time not so long ago, not very long ago at all, when I went through what can only be described as a ‘barren patch.’ I’m not quite sure what was wrong with me really. It was the summer after Uni; endless days of nothing in particular, staring at a computer at a desk in the front room. Some days I’d fill out some more pointless application forms, always holding the belief that I could easily get that job, so I waited for a phone call that never came, still sat in front of that computer. Sometimes I’d watch a bit of Rick Stein on the TV, building up a culinary knowledge that was seldom exercised. Everything was a bit pointless really, nothing happened; job applications seemed futile. The only solace I got were ridiculous lie ins, a fortnightly sum of £91 in my bank account for doing nothing, and going out.

Despite the everyday monotony of sitting in front of daytime TV, and waiting for the phone to ring, I looked forward to things with candid optimism, with the belief that now was the time to be something, since University days were over. Technically I also got paid around £6 for playing Civilization IV all day, which was good. Nice to think my taxes now go to similarly lazy people like me then. But it wasn’t like I wasn’t searching for a job – I did way more than I had to so I could claim my benefits. The basic rules of that are you have to search for a job in three different ways in a week. But looking in the job section of the paper could count – no wonder some people spend a long time on the dole! If that counted then I had a tally of around 30 ways to search for a job. I seldom had interviews – two in three months, but I sent away a hell of a lot of application forms. In one day I phoned three job agencies, sent away four applications, and went to an interview at the local pub, in the end nothing happened. I guess you could say that’s a barren patch.

It lasted for months on end. I guess that’s why I got my (good) degree…

I haven’t read this book, but I probably should have during this time. I’m not sure it’s still in print, but you can check out the author, Patrick Thorne at your leisure.

This Post Needed to be Removed But the PR Remains

I Love wordpress… I love the way that when you take down a post the PR will remain there, so long as you have the tags, cos then you can pass the PR onto a new site. It gives you a whole new take on life, because PR is such a pain in the fricking ass to get hold of! Anyhow, you can check out the new post, all about the crap job I had lifeguarding after a mushroom filled festival, then a kid went and shat in the pool. Humour indeed.  Take a look at The Kid That Shat in the Pool.