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May. 8th, 2008 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolAfter being essentially fucked around by my job for the last few months, I airily informed Roy that I would be handing my notice in tomorrow. I will and all. We've got cleaning materials again now - it smells so nice and the floor is actually clean - but the combination of hours and Roy being a general tit means that I've snapped. I've been there for two years and done two fresher's weeks, two RAG weeks and four post-exam madness phases, all of which are a bit like that scene from the Exorcist except dried and a bit more manky.
This is a little scary, as I'm not going back to my nursing home job unless I absolutely have to. Getting on to the Really Good But Really Hard dissertation program is obviously win, but it means I'm going to have to hang around St Andrews for a few months to do research. Plus there's the fact I don't want to go back to the nursing home for too long, I've never done a summer in St Andews before and I'll never have the opportunity to again, and oh, I'll kill my sister.
SO. I have proved to be a total failure at getting a Real Job, to the extent that only two of my potential internships got back to me, and that was just to be "YOU SUCK" pretty much. However, I am the queen of bigging up non-existent qualifications and have done the majority of crappy minimum-wage jobs, and if I get my foot through the door I'm fab at keeping it there; basically, I'm a bit rubbish at application forms but great at interview.
Tomorrow I have an interview at a shop. A fashion shop at that. Me! As I haven't been to interview for ages and rather intelligently left my one pair of Interview Trousers in Ormskirk (and lost my Interview Blouse; don't ask) I have been shopping for appropriately good stuff to wear, after an initial moment of panic that my usual 'cheapy blouse and back trousers' technique might go against me. As such, I have purchased black trousers (and taken them up and I'll still have to wear heels; I hate being a midget) and a quite fashionable wee blouse-and-waistcoat combo with which I will prove that I know stuff about how the Cool Kids get down today.
Today, I also managed to secure an interview at a local restaurant for waitressing. I've never done that and it scares me to death, as it's a working interview and I just have to turn up and be useful for two hours. ARGH. Still, though, I won't complain. Might mean I get fed and the food there is good.
This is all in between revising for my exams, which I've finally sat down and started doing today and need to get through a wee bit more before I can let myself relax this evening and watch Hollyoaks. And I have to go (well, I don't, but I want to) to AltSoc on Friday night and all, and don't get me started on the Union beaureaucracy. This is just about the right pace to kep me motivated, as opposed to the other week when I sort of just panicked a bit and flailed like a mad thing.
So, uh, yeah. Wish me good luck for tomorrow; I quite fancy having a Cool and Trendy job where I will be expected to actually look presentable rather than just wear something wipe-clean.
This is a little scary, as I'm not going back to my nursing home job unless I absolutely have to. Getting on to the Really Good But Really Hard dissertation program is obviously win, but it means I'm going to have to hang around St Andrews for a few months to do research. Plus there's the fact I don't want to go back to the nursing home for too long, I've never done a summer in St Andews before and I'll never have the opportunity to again, and oh, I'll kill my sister.
SO. I have proved to be a total failure at getting a Real Job, to the extent that only two of my potential internships got back to me, and that was just to be "YOU SUCK" pretty much. However, I am the queen of bigging up non-existent qualifications and have done the majority of crappy minimum-wage jobs, and if I get my foot through the door I'm fab at keeping it there; basically, I'm a bit rubbish at application forms but great at interview.
Tomorrow I have an interview at a shop. A fashion shop at that. Me! As I haven't been to interview for ages and rather intelligently left my one pair of Interview Trousers in Ormskirk (and lost my Interview Blouse; don't ask) I have been shopping for appropriately good stuff to wear, after an initial moment of panic that my usual 'cheapy blouse and back trousers' technique might go against me. As such, I have purchased black trousers (and taken them up and I'll still have to wear heels; I hate being a midget) and a quite fashionable wee blouse-and-waistcoat combo with which I will prove that I know stuff about how the Cool Kids get down today.
Today, I also managed to secure an interview at a local restaurant for waitressing. I've never done that and it scares me to death, as it's a working interview and I just have to turn up and be useful for two hours. ARGH. Still, though, I won't complain. Might mean I get fed and the food there is good.
This is all in between revising for my exams, which I've finally sat down and started doing today and need to get through a wee bit more before I can let myself relax this evening and watch Hollyoaks. And I have to go (well, I don't, but I want to) to AltSoc on Friday night and all, and don't get me started on the Union beaureaucracy. This is just about the right pace to kep me motivated, as opposed to the other week when I sort of just panicked a bit and flailed like a mad thing.
So, uh, yeah. Wish me good luck for tomorrow; I quite fancy having a Cool and Trendy job where I will be expected to actually look presentable rather than just wear something wipe-clean.
