I was supposed to be writing a job application tonight but I’ve given up. Yes, that’s right. Given. Up. I’m well sick of writing applications for jobs I’m not even sure I want. All I know is that I want a job. See the difference?
I’ve already submitted a bunch of job applications which now bear the status “in progress”, and frankly I’m reluctant to add more to the pile. I do realise in this current economic climate that’s probaly quite foolish but it’s making me crazy. Besides, what if one of those jobs comes good? Or what if a permanent job comes out of my current temporary one? I also prefer to know a bit about the jobs I’ve applied for so I can sound well informed when someone calls. If I have 50 applications on the go it would be difficult to keep track.
Really I’m just making excuses for myself. I’ve been feeling really down about myself and my abilities lately which makes promoting myself even more difficult that normal. We’ve been back for nearly 7 weeks and I’ve been actively looking for a suitable job for the last 5. And still nothing! Although I guess it’s not that long in some respects.
But anyway, no TV and no beer make Homer something something, so I’ve been spending lots of time online and seeking out things that make me laugh (mostly “A Bit of Fry and Laurie” DVDs). Oh and Sapporo-Sarah, if you’re reading this, it’s only fair that you should know I’ve spent a good chunk of this Queen’s Birthday long weekend reading your old blog. Are the caramello bears you talk about Caramello Koalas? Also, what does ‘arb’ mean?
Some really lovely things happened this long weekend too which went a long way to helping me claw my way up out of my misery pit. Toby is now 3 years old (yike!) and likes to speak in third person about himself. Hilarious. Also more gluten-free brownies have found their way into the fridge. Kellee, you don’t know what good timing that was. Thank you.