I appear to have hit a wall. Following last weekend’s drunken debauchery my brain cell count has deteriorated. I have no actual evidence for this other than that my head is lighter than normal and thinking has become rather difficult.
Over the past couple of days I’ve been subjected to reruns of the weekends blurred adventures and they are ultimately getting in the way of tasks at hand. Job searching.
Before you begin sending me donations know that I only have a little part time work so I only need money for Saturday nights and new clothes, shoes and a sun hat (burnt my ears badly L) and a week away to some sunnier region (the stress has been mighty lately).
Anyway, walking in and out of the different interview rooms, each with a grossly oversized table and six piercing eyes probing into the reasons why I applied to their organisation await my enthused arse licking disguised in a big blanket of charm and sweetness. Same thing, different room.
Regardless of my batting the eyelids routine and my flashy knowledge and experience of all things required for these jobs I have failed to get anywhere. “It’s who you know”, people keep telling me. But my contacts are limited so where does that leave me? How do I let them get to know me in 15minutes when there are so many narrow minds still roaming out there?
I have managed to stir things up in every interview about 5 minutes in when the topic of my course change arises. I studied abroad for some time before realising I wasn’t doing what I wanted to do and was going along with it because it made so many people in my life happy. Coming home and changing course was for me, for the adult me, not the junior infant whose overactive imagination remained with them until late teens. I grew up and made a mature decision to do what was best for ME. Thing is I have a sneaking suspicion that these interviewers I have been encountering aren’t seeing things from my point of view. (Their narrowing eyes and the plush red colour entering their cheeks as they strain to understand things from my perspective have been two of the warning signs.)
It’s unfortunate that some members of older generations still see changing career path as quitting. In my opinion if I was to have remained on the route I was originally taking that would have been quitting on myself. Am I making sense?
Some people may say that I should take the former course off my C.V. altogether seeing as I didn’t complete it. Thing is what I learned there would be of great benefit to my present career (if only they could wake up and see that). I have been hoping that some employer out there will get on board and see the picture for what it really is.
Am I merely partaking in wishful thinking or are there fresh thinkers somewhere over the rainbow?
As I sang the song “Nelly the Elephant” to myself repeatedly this evening and played my new ring tone (Saved by the Bell theme tune) to help transport a few friends back into the past with me, I wondered will I ever get fed up of the exceptionally well written music that filled my early childhood.
