Despite reckoning that this blog would become high in activity with me posting prolifically, you may be wondering precisely why it has in fact been desolate. Instead of assuming that I was forever departing from college I am still working there.
Why?
Well to my utter disbelief I was asked to fill in in a temporary position for the admissions secretary. This was a role I was eager about, before I thought about it... The person who was supposedly in charge of me has decided to take off the next two weeks, leaving me and the rest of the staff puzzling over what exactly I should be doing. So I'm left doing back breaking activities, working 11 hours a week. Just 11 hours. At a rate that doesn't match the job I'm taking over. Not only that but they expect me to be around college anyway to answer to the beck and call of people who happen to wonder through the door. Great stuff. It's like I've walked into some melodramatic time warp and found myself in the same place as I was in 2010. Not exactly moving on in leaps and bounds, and not exactly on track to meet my target of £10,000. In fact my funds are quite dire, and pay hasn't even touched my bank account. I've not had a lick, a drop, or splash of cash enter my bank since I got some tax back. So now I'm sitting under the £100 mark and desperately seeking new ways to make money.
I'm guessing you're sat there thinking, why are you complaining you've got a job. But for the last 3 years I have got myself involved in all sorts of jobs to make ends meet. Some I have literally hit the jackpot. The majority alas have been back breaking ones, and this is the one. It's hard going. I love giving tours but not when I'm on my 5th one and not had a taste of food since 7pm the night before. Or trying to get a laugh or reception from a crowd of tired and unamused parents and equally bored kids. But I love it. I honestly do. Not lately though. And the office work itself is moving file from a -> b, it's so immensely boring that in actual fact I just end up staring and doing it mechanically, going through 10-20 files before I notice I should have changed this or ticked it off here.
I figured this week, maybe it's because I'm reading Alan Sugar, that work is for money. No matter how decent the person is no-one really works for nothing. And this is what I've been doing for the last 3 years.
So I have a renewed vigour to find something, anything, that pays. And today I've launched a full scale attack on all things I can think of to get a job forgetting the seemingly unhelpful graduate bureaus. If you want something you got to go out and get it. And I'm going to start by trying to get out of my college.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
It's all over...so what now?
The last week has been one of great change.
Wednesday saw me sitting my first ever 'real job' interview away from the university. Without exhausting you with extensive details, I can honestly say that the whole interview appeared to try and delve into my very soul with such ridiculous questions as 'No-one can maintain popularity with everyone; describe a time in which you have been unpopular and have reconciled the situation' and 'what is the worst job experience you've ever had'. For some reason I felt it was within my duty to answer each and ever question in depth, which in hindsight I should have gone 'to be honest, really can't think of a time'. And so with that I was inevitably waiting for a fail, and so I got, the next day, via First Class post. And so yet another job rejection.
Friday started off at 7.30am for graduation. The whole ceremony, alongside me accidently forgetting my receipt for my robes (and not needing it anyway), spilling purple nail varnish all over my hands (and hence facing the prospect of shaking the Chancellor Bill Bryson's hand and staining it) and dropping toothpaste down my new black top (becoming a potent blemish in all photos), was rather surreal. I don't know which was the most bizarre scenario; whether it was a man dressed like a town crier making us whoop and 'ogg' and mexican wave to try and get us in the mood, or whether it was walking on stage in utter silence, or walking out to a standing ovation. But no matter how surreal it was, it signified one thing, the end of my education career. And nothing sealed this fact more than moving out of my home for the last three years and moving back into my family home.
So now I'm sat on my bed, watching Top Gear, writing this in some vain attempt to try and make myself of some creative use. And this is where I must say that I am very much likely to become a prolific blogger. But as a blogger I have established a number of goals. Those which have been highlighted in previous blogs about getting over the parental insecurity issue, the getting a job and reaching my first £10 000. But also new one's such as fully exploring the UK and losing the weight I have steadily gained over the last few years (3 stone just at university!).
So here's to day one of freedom, alas day two and three will be consumed by work back at my college, but passed that, what will happen is fully attributable to fate.
Wednesday saw me sitting my first ever 'real job' interview away from the university. Without exhausting you with extensive details, I can honestly say that the whole interview appeared to try and delve into my very soul with such ridiculous questions as 'No-one can maintain popularity with everyone; describe a time in which you have been unpopular and have reconciled the situation' and 'what is the worst job experience you've ever had'. For some reason I felt it was within my duty to answer each and ever question in depth, which in hindsight I should have gone 'to be honest, really can't think of a time'. And so with that I was inevitably waiting for a fail, and so I got, the next day, via First Class post. And so yet another job rejection.
Friday started off at 7.30am for graduation. The whole ceremony, alongside me accidently forgetting my receipt for my robes (and not needing it anyway), spilling purple nail varnish all over my hands (and hence facing the prospect of shaking the Chancellor Bill Bryson's hand and staining it) and dropping toothpaste down my new black top (becoming a potent blemish in all photos), was rather surreal. I don't know which was the most bizarre scenario; whether it was a man dressed like a town crier making us whoop and 'ogg' and mexican wave to try and get us in the mood, or whether it was walking on stage in utter silence, or walking out to a standing ovation. But no matter how surreal it was, it signified one thing, the end of my education career. And nothing sealed this fact more than moving out of my home for the last three years and moving back into my family home.
So now I'm sat on my bed, watching Top Gear, writing this in some vain attempt to try and make myself of some creative use. And this is where I must say that I am very much likely to become a prolific blogger. But as a blogger I have established a number of goals. Those which have been highlighted in previous blogs about getting over the parental insecurity issue, the getting a job and reaching my first £10 000. But also new one's such as fully exploring the UK and losing the weight I have steadily gained over the last few years (3 stone just at university!).
So here's to day one of freedom, alas day two and three will be consumed by work back at my college, but passed that, what will happen is fully attributable to fate.
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