Four in the evening, quietly
And quietly in the deepening cold, I'm into my third week of Melbourne. The job hunt is slow, and I'm not sure if this is the way it should be. The last time I went job hunting like that, it took me 9 agonising, depressing months (recorded somewhere in here) to land the right job.
So I almost know what to expect, with the waiting, the erosion of morale, the frustration, the self-doubt ... I just don't know if I can survive another bout of that, the last one pretty much fucked me up big time. That was 4 years ago and I'm 4 years into a 'career,' so here's really hoping things pick up.
Not only does Melbourne feel slower, but it feels like there's less time to do anything in. The sun disappeared in 2 hours and it felt like evening at 4. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm all too aware of the urgency that's exacerbated by this perceptual lack of time.
Which must afflict the people I email, because the emails either go into a blackhole, or they take a while to revert, and when it's time to set something up, well, that's when you really feel the persistence of memory.
What frustrates me is, the people who do get back, have good things to say about the portfolio and some useful feedback, but no jobs forthcoming. There's a limit to how many places I can visit with the book before everyone's seen it, everyone's had something to say, and still nothing forthcoming. And then who am I going to show it to, and what else can I show?
I'm sure, there's no point thinking about that right now ...
So I almost know what to expect, with the waiting, the erosion of morale, the frustration, the self-doubt ... I just don't know if I can survive another bout of that, the last one pretty much fucked me up big time. That was 4 years ago and I'm 4 years into a 'career,' so here's really hoping things pick up.
Not only does Melbourne feel slower, but it feels like there's less time to do anything in. The sun disappeared in 2 hours and it felt like evening at 4. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm all too aware of the urgency that's exacerbated by this perceptual lack of time.
Which must afflict the people I email, because the emails either go into a blackhole, or they take a while to revert, and when it's time to set something up, well, that's when you really feel the persistence of memory.
What frustrates me is, the people who do get back, have good things to say about the portfolio and some useful feedback, but no jobs forthcoming. There's a limit to how many places I can visit with the book before everyone's seen it, everyone's had something to say, and still nothing forthcoming. And then who am I going to show it to, and what else can I show?
I'm sure, there's no point thinking about that right now ...