Up the mountain and (lack of) job news
Last weekend, Dave, Coop and I spent up the mountain at Russell and Sammy's. We had a great time, and slept in a little caravan. It was lovely. We dug trenches and set up bean poles, reinforcing them incase of mountain-wind, and then planted 175 runner bean plants. We played with the digs and ate good food. On Sunday we were going to take a trip to Dan-yr-Ogof caves, but alas, it was shut. It felt weird though - like a family outing. Weird because the last family outing I had was when I was 3 and I remember it clearly - being bouncy in Mum's kitchen, excited that I was going to see Russell. It ended badly, something to do with being fed hash cakes - his gf at the time's idea. Consequently, no more family outings with Daddy ensued.
But hey, it's all good now and I'm "all grow-ed up". :)
On the job front, still hunting, still searching actively but not getting much luck out of it.
After spending time up the mountain, home felt too busy, my walls of my large flat seemed to close in on me. It felt too claustrophobic. I felt as though I needed to get out, travel for a bit, do some little job for little money somewhere out in the open. And then I remembered what Russ did. He worked across Europe, doing picking and gardening jobs. It was either that or face a prison sentence, as a warrant for his arrest was out. So, I searched for picking jobs. I found an ideal one in Dijon, France, picking grapes for 28 days in Septemeber, 7 days a week, 8 hours a day for 50 euros a day. Doesn't sound like much money for alot of work, but think of what I could save! Accomodation is included for free (in the farmer's chateux, 2 to a room with shower facilities, split sex, or camping with your friends in a field with good shower and toilet facilities), as is all food - breakfast, 'casse craute', two hot meals and wine a day. So I would be able to save, and come home with a good pocket full for a great experience, meeting of new people from around the globe (or at least Europe) and some hard work done. I'd then go and live with Dave and Coop until a job came up back in Wales. Perfecto! I could use the money to learn to drive - the main thing that is stopping me from getting a job in teh linbe of work I want to go into.
However, I have just applied for a tenancy support assistant job with my town's local family housing assosiation. This is what I want to do, and gain my NVQ's, learn to drive so that I can work my way up in the support area. I want to work with vulnerable young adults, provide support and advice. Problem is, these jobs are rare here and you usually have to have experience and a full driving licence.
Luckily, this job doesn't take your CV into account for the shortlisings, all training is provided and you don't need a driving licence, although it is prefered. Hm.
I want a job so much *cries*. For some reason, my mum is being all nitpicky with me about it, saying that there is lots of work out there and assuming I'm just sitting on my bum - I'm not, I'm actively searching for work. And when I rang my Dad earlier to ask him advice on an application question, she told him to tell me to realise that I have to have a job to move into a new house. Don't I realise that? She knew I was mid-application, that -is- actively seeking and applying for work. I'm not stupid. It would be nice of she supported me with this. And that just makes me want to cry. Godd, I'm so emotional lately. I fucking hate being skint and unemployed. It makes applying for jobs a really stressful experience because I want it to be so perfect. I re-read my applications hundreds of times, and I'm -so- anal with how a sentence might be interpreted to the employer. Meeh.
Going to carry on with job search for the evening, then look up campervan's and insurance costs, and then watch a Lost episode. I want cake. With ice-cream.