Lists in books
As of late, my life as taken something of an organised path. An organised path through the large amount of chaos I am currently living in. My small paper journal I carry around with me used to be in the form of a small note at the top reminding me to do something and then a wee blurb about my day. Now it is full of "call x" "do this" and even more frequently "post application form for y".
The big job hunt continues, every passing week gives me new hatred for the world of online application forms. I have taken to phoning admin offices and requesting forms to be sent to my house so I can handwrite them. Plus it gets me out of my current job for ten minutes to post it. I have become very good at describing myself in application form jargon. Maybe a little too good? But if I was too good I would have a high paying degree using job by now and not sipping a cup of tea talking about how rude a customer was when I explained the technicality of me not being able to water proof her non water proof watch.
Its not all bad news, I have now finished my childline training and have successfully completed my first shift as a counsellor which is a massive achievement, although my blood always runs a little cold when the phone rings because you never know what will be at the other end. Perhaps it will be a prank call, perhaps it will be a suicide. Theres no sign.
Also on the good news front, I am starting a very short term post as a research assistant two days per week. The money is good and there is some limited travel involved. Next week I am going to dundee to interview parents. I am lucky in that my first research job is in an area I myself am interested in. Child psychology etc.
For those not in the know, I am taking a year or two out of university life to gain experience as a research assistant so when I return to do a phd I will actually be more clued up than if I went fresh faced from fourth year. I dont know if I regret this decision yet.
I dont have access to the internet as I am living at home again, trying to save some money, a quick look in my bank account tells me I have just enough for a deposit and first months rent. Living on minimum wage sucks a lot especially when your friends live in Glasgow and you are not. But home cooked meals are lovely and staying with Ross in his new west end palace is great. Especially when he only had two mugs and was making tea in a saucepan. I think this place is a bit haunted but only by the people upstairs and by my rabid 4am paranoia.
I miss a lot of my friends, apart from ross, the closest male compadre (or the one I talk to the most) is my boss. How awful is that?
I havent updated in 7 weeks I hope this makes up for it.
The big job hunt continues, every passing week gives me new hatred for the world of online application forms. I have taken to phoning admin offices and requesting forms to be sent to my house so I can handwrite them. Plus it gets me out of my current job for ten minutes to post it. I have become very good at describing myself in application form jargon. Maybe a little too good? But if I was too good I would have a high paying degree using job by now and not sipping a cup of tea talking about how rude a customer was when I explained the technicality of me not being able to water proof her non water proof watch.
Its not all bad news, I have now finished my childline training and have successfully completed my first shift as a counsellor which is a massive achievement, although my blood always runs a little cold when the phone rings because you never know what will be at the other end. Perhaps it will be a prank call, perhaps it will be a suicide. Theres no sign.
Also on the good news front, I am starting a very short term post as a research assistant two days per week. The money is good and there is some limited travel involved. Next week I am going to dundee to interview parents. I am lucky in that my first research job is in an area I myself am interested in. Child psychology etc.
For those not in the know, I am taking a year or two out of university life to gain experience as a research assistant so when I return to do a phd I will actually be more clued up than if I went fresh faced from fourth year. I dont know if I regret this decision yet.
I dont have access to the internet as I am living at home again, trying to save some money, a quick look in my bank account tells me I have just enough for a deposit and first months rent. Living on minimum wage sucks a lot especially when your friends live in Glasgow and you are not. But home cooked meals are lovely and staying with Ross in his new west end palace is great. Especially when he only had two mugs and was making tea in a saucepan. I think this place is a bit haunted but only by the people upstairs and by my rabid 4am paranoia.
I miss a lot of my friends, apart from ross, the closest male compadre (or the one I talk to the most) is my boss. How awful is that?
I havent updated in 7 weeks I hope this makes up for it.