Pants
In the four months since I graduated I have come to one conclusion:
The real world sucks. Really, truly it does.
I've spent most of my time sitting filling in applications, and out of the many I've filled in (I lost count a while ago) I've had two interviews, countless rejections, and no job. The first one seemingly without reason - the interview went well, and the interviewer said it was a great interview and I didn't do anything wrong. So, why no job, mate?
The second one was only last week so I've yet to hear, but I'm becoming steadily more pessimistic as time goes on.
I also had an interview for a Christmas job at a High Street Book Shop and got a rejection letter today. What's annoying is that they said they would get back to me yesterday, and led me to believe they would phone. So I sat around the house yesterday too worried to go to the shops to get something for lunch, and also to shower, since I knew they'd probably call when I was indisposed. So to get a letter today was a bit angering.
Still, I can but hope for that last interview, and if I get it - Joy!, and if I don't I'll just have to keep slogging on. I am, however, losing my will and hope the longer this goes on, and my motivation for pretty much everything is slowly draining away.
It could be worse, I know; I'm still working in Fred's getting a wage (however low) and my parents aren't charging me any rent or anything (unless you count my dad's constant nagging, which may be costing me my sanity).
I just want a job! :(
The real world sucks. Really, truly it does.
I've spent most of my time sitting filling in applications, and out of the many I've filled in (I lost count a while ago) I've had two interviews, countless rejections, and no job. The first one seemingly without reason - the interview went well, and the interviewer said it was a great interview and I didn't do anything wrong. So, why no job, mate?
The second one was only last week so I've yet to hear, but I'm becoming steadily more pessimistic as time goes on.
I also had an interview for a Christmas job at a High Street Book Shop and got a rejection letter today. What's annoying is that they said they would get back to me yesterday, and led me to believe they would phone. So I sat around the house yesterday too worried to go to the shops to get something for lunch, and also to shower, since I knew they'd probably call when I was indisposed. So to get a letter today was a bit angering.
Still, I can but hope for that last interview, and if I get it - Joy!, and if I don't I'll just have to keep slogging on. I am, however, losing my will and hope the longer this goes on, and my motivation for pretty much everything is slowly draining away.
It could be worse, I know; I'm still working in Fred's getting a wage (however low) and my parents aren't charging me any rent or anything (unless you count my dad's constant nagging, which may be costing me my sanity).
I just want a job! :(