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oh what a life.
so things are going well in Huddersfield, my new home, where stabbings often happen around the corner from my flat on pretty historic cobblestone walkways. how quaint.
i joke.
Things here are pretty good. The flat is great and so far, Sean and I have managed not to kill each other or piss each other off too badly.
I've been on the verge of tears lately over my job situation, which seems more and more hopeless with each passing day. I'm not sure if its Nationality-ism (ha) or Education-ism (ha ha), but considering my (now) high qualifications, and pretty stellar experience in the field, i should be beating them away with a stick.
I went for an interview at Huddersfield College last week for a job as Head of Student Support. It was a horribly frightening interview where I was put in a room and forced to write an essay for 20 min, then shoved into a room with a 6 person panel to be pelted with questions on UK legislation, behavioural theory and criminal background checks. I felt throughout the process that several of the panel members were trying to convince me out of the job, saying things like, 'don't you want something bigger?' or 'are you sure this is right for you?'. However, I answered all the questions exceptionally well (i had done my homework) and left the interview without bursting into tears. Two hours later I got a call from the head of department telling me that they had debated between myself and another candidate all afternoon and chose the latter because they felt that due to my background and qualifications I would become too 'bored' in this position.
yes, that's right, i'm not making this up to make myself feel better: I'm now getting rejected from jobs because i'm OVER QUALIFIED.
So obviously this whole situation has made it increasinly difficult to stay optimistic, however i keep filling out lengthy applications and not getting a single call back...really that's all i can do to fill my time between my other housewifely duties such as cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry.
if i disappear without explanation in the next few weeks, you'll probably find me at the pub. not drinking. working.
xo
so things are going well in Huddersfield, my new home, where stabbings often happen around the corner from my flat on pretty historic cobblestone walkways. how quaint.
i joke.
Things here are pretty good. The flat is great and so far, Sean and I have managed not to kill each other or piss each other off too badly.
I've been on the verge of tears lately over my job situation, which seems more and more hopeless with each passing day. I'm not sure if its Nationality-ism (ha) or Education-ism (ha ha), but considering my (now) high qualifications, and pretty stellar experience in the field, i should be beating them away with a stick.
I went for an interview at Huddersfield College last week for a job as Head of Student Support. It was a horribly frightening interview where I was put in a room and forced to write an essay for 20 min, then shoved into a room with a 6 person panel to be pelted with questions on UK legislation, behavioural theory and criminal background checks. I felt throughout the process that several of the panel members were trying to convince me out of the job, saying things like, 'don't you want something bigger?' or 'are you sure this is right for you?'. However, I answered all the questions exceptionally well (i had done my homework) and left the interview without bursting into tears. Two hours later I got a call from the head of department telling me that they had debated between myself and another candidate all afternoon and chose the latter because they felt that due to my background and qualifications I would become too 'bored' in this position.
yes, that's right, i'm not making this up to make myself feel better: I'm now getting rejected from jobs because i'm OVER QUALIFIED.
So obviously this whole situation has made it increasinly difficult to stay optimistic, however i keep filling out lengthy applications and not getting a single call back...really that's all i can do to fill my time between my other housewifely duties such as cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry.
if i disappear without explanation in the next few weeks, you'll probably find me at the pub. not drinking. working.
xo