FUN FAIR:
So, today was for the job fair at the SECC. Picture a lot of booths, a lot of people in suits, and a lot of bullshit management speak - overuse of the words 'dynamic', 'challenging' and 'development' - and you'd not be far off the mark. Picture me having a full-blown panic attack when the number of graduates looking for jobs and having some semblance of a clue about what they want to do and how to go about doing it and you'd be spot on...
The interview I had last week was for a job in television. Not the perfect job, by any stretch, but easy enough, and a foot on the ladder, and more money than I'd have made in teaching. I've been trying to tell myself that I didn't want it, that it didn't matter, that I was over it, but I'm not: the money and the idea of knowing where I was going to be for the next couple of months would have made me feel a hell of a lot better.
The fact that I got so close - from what must have been hundreds of people applying (it was a really easy job), to getting an interview, and doing reasonably well in the interview - has been a poisoned chalice: it's not done my confidence any harm, at least, but it has made me even more reluctant to settle for some baloney graduate scheme management programme "working for the betterment of the company".
Ergh. Ignore me. I just needed somewhere to vent.
This constant buzzing in my head - the fact that I'm not going to have a job, or, best case scenario, have a part time, minimum wage job at the end of the month - all the time, every day, is really starting to get me down now, but aside from applying for a bunch of shitey Christmas jobs, I don't see as there's much I can do about it.
I just want to be content. A month would do. Just... content.
(Today hasn't been a total bust: we went to the Kelvingrove and I got a bitchin' Dalek teeshirt which I will no doubt be rocking at all occassions sometime in the near future. Also, Callum and I sat in the Beanscene across the road and had a nice big talk about being creative and working on things together and the fact that there's really no excuse not to now, which... was nice.)
In other news, I'm currently reading World War Z and... would like to know what I make of it. Mostly I think the human interest stories are really good - the ones about families and survival and the one that vaguely mentions the Queen, brilliant - but I find military history boring enough when it's not completely made up, and if I have to go through another eight pages on how some gun or shell or tank works, this bitch is going on BookMooch.
So. That's what I thought of it. And you?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx
The interview I had last week was for a job in television. Not the perfect job, by any stretch, but easy enough, and a foot on the ladder, and more money than I'd have made in teaching. I've been trying to tell myself that I didn't want it, that it didn't matter, that I was over it, but I'm not: the money and the idea of knowing where I was going to be for the next couple of months would have made me feel a hell of a lot better.
The fact that I got so close - from what must have been hundreds of people applying (it was a really easy job), to getting an interview, and doing reasonably well in the interview - has been a poisoned chalice: it's not done my confidence any harm, at least, but it has made me even more reluctant to settle for some baloney graduate scheme management programme "working for the betterment of the company".
Ergh. Ignore me. I just needed somewhere to vent.
This constant buzzing in my head - the fact that I'm not going to have a job, or, best case scenario, have a part time, minimum wage job at the end of the month - all the time, every day, is really starting to get me down now, but aside from applying for a bunch of shitey Christmas jobs, I don't see as there's much I can do about it.
I just want to be content. A month would do. Just... content.
(Today hasn't been a total bust: we went to the Kelvingrove and I got a bitchin' Dalek teeshirt which I will no doubt be rocking at all occassions sometime in the near future. Also, Callum and I sat in the Beanscene across the road and had a nice big talk about being creative and working on things together and the fact that there's really no excuse not to now, which... was nice.)
In other news, I'm currently reading World War Z and... would like to know what I make of it. Mostly I think the human interest stories are really good - the ones about families and survival and the one that vaguely mentions the Queen, brilliant - but I find military history boring enough when it's not completely made up, and if I have to go through another eight pages on how some gun or shell or tank works, this bitch is going on BookMooch.
So. That's what I thought of it. And you?
Cheerio, Michael. xxx