job-seeking in my pajama bottoms
Feb. 24th, 2006 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYeah, guess what I'm wearing?
So, I got up this morning, went to my job interview and... eh. I'm not sure how it went. I lied through my teeth for vast parts of it, and I think I impressed the owner but I'm not sure about the manager.
So, I came out to discover the next applicant was Xander, who I vaguely know as a fire-breather and all round cool guy. I was both amused and horrified because, well, argh.
I want a job and I can't get one. I am willing to bend over backwards for it and do pretty much anything, but I just hope this comes through. I'm looking around the student Job Shop, but it's actually a bit crap - I try going to it because it tells me to, then they send me a file, then the file makes me phone the JobCentre.
?!
I think I might swing by the JobShop later on today, but I'm going to do some work first. I have to do some bloody coursework, for a start. In the next three weeks I have two essays and three gobbets. Not of the fun, really, but I should get on with it.
I should also get dressed, as we are going out to Fife Park this evening to see if it's too bad. If it's not, we're applying there. It's fairly unpopular, and therefore we stand a better chance if things don't work out properly today with student support.
Hopefully.
I have quite a bit to do today in between job-hunting in, y'know, my pajamas. I have to rotate my drying (three t-shirts at a time over my radiator - the rest are left in a hopeful manner near the radiator) and do that coursework and also FINALLY DO MY FUCKING APPLICATION.
Tonight, I am drinking out of the emergency vodka, going to the Bop and getting WASTED because I NEED IT LIEK WHOA.
I want stuff to be sorted now, kthxbai.
[eta: Tom Baker! On Radio 1! After three!]
[eta 2: Mildly TMI, to do with contraception, is amusing though, so uncut. Heh. Because of various reasons, like it's free this way, and easier, and hell, it'll control my periods, help my acne and also MAKE ME FAT but we don't talk about that, I am on the Pill. At least, I will be as soon as my body kicks in and lets me start taking it. In an attempt of procrastination, I just started to read the form that goes with them and I'm howling with laughter as it describe contraception.
If there is an 'egg' in one of these 'tubes', and a 'sperm' reaches it, you can become pregnant. This is called 'conception.'
Anyone who needs this made clear to them probably isn't likely to take the Pill, but there we are. Heh.
Anyway, this whole thing is sort of new to me (because, well, heterosexual sex! I never even thought about it as something that would happen to me!) and I am told by Katie that I will be the nastiest example of a human being for a month. I should use my LJ as a diary of this. It could be an interesting social experiment. Any ideas? Should probably filter it - because I'm sure you all don't want to hear the tales of Colleen's Experiments With Microgynon 30 - but, hmm. It is an idea.
Right, work!]
~Hathy_Col~
So, I got up this morning, went to my job interview and... eh. I'm not sure how it went. I lied through my teeth for vast parts of it, and I think I impressed the owner but I'm not sure about the manager.
So, I came out to discover the next applicant was Xander, who I vaguely know as a fire-breather and all round cool guy. I was both amused and horrified because, well, argh.
I want a job and I can't get one. I am willing to bend over backwards for it and do pretty much anything, but I just hope this comes through. I'm looking around the student Job Shop, but it's actually a bit crap - I try going to it because it tells me to, then they send me a file, then the file makes me phone the JobCentre.
?!
I think I might swing by the JobShop later on today, but I'm going to do some work first. I have to do some bloody coursework, for a start. In the next three weeks I have two essays and three gobbets. Not of the fun, really, but I should get on with it.
I should also get dressed, as we are going out to Fife Park this evening to see if it's too bad. If it's not, we're applying there. It's fairly unpopular, and therefore we stand a better chance if things don't work out properly today with student support.
Hopefully.
I have quite a bit to do today in between job-hunting in, y'know, my pajamas. I have to rotate my drying (three t-shirts at a time over my radiator - the rest are left in a hopeful manner near the radiator) and do that coursework and also FINALLY DO MY FUCKING APPLICATION.
Tonight, I am drinking out of the emergency vodka, going to the Bop and getting WASTED because I NEED IT LIEK WHOA.
I want stuff to be sorted now, kthxbai.
[eta: Tom Baker! On Radio 1! After three!]
[eta 2: Mildly TMI, to do with contraception, is amusing though, so uncut. Heh. Because of various reasons, like it's free this way, and easier, and hell, it'll control my periods, help my acne and also MAKE ME FAT but we don't talk about that, I am on the Pill. At least, I will be as soon as my body kicks in and lets me start taking it. In an attempt of procrastination, I just started to read the form that goes with them and I'm howling with laughter as it describe contraception.
If there is an 'egg' in one of these 'tubes', and a 'sperm' reaches it, you can become pregnant. This is called 'conception.'
Anyone who needs this made clear to them probably isn't likely to take the Pill, but there we are. Heh.
Anyway, this whole thing is sort of new to me (because, well, heterosexual sex! I never even thought about it as something that would happen to me!) and I am told by Katie that I will be the nastiest example of a human being for a month. I should use my LJ as a diary of this. It could be an interesting social experiment. Any ideas? Should probably filter it - because I'm sure you all don't want to hear the tales of Colleen's Experiments With Microgynon 30 - but, hmm. It is an idea.
Right, work!]
~Hathy_Col~
