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Mar. 25th, 2009 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolJust been rejected for the last job from the last cycle of applying for jobs. I honestly shouldn't be surprised by this due to, you know, O HAI RECESSION. I still just feel gutted. I just want an interview. I feel this would be progress at this point. And I know that about ten people, on average, are applying for every job, and skilled jobs aren't exactly flowing in number at the moment, and graduates tend to fare badly in this sort of market, and I should consider myself lucky given that most people have already graduated and are still unemployed, but I still really feel this rejection.
After yesterday being my last day of DocSoc, after two weeks of eating soft food and another two weeks of it ahead of me, and a tortorously slow day of writing a plain godawful essay, it's sort of a bit like a kick to the teeth.
And believe me, I don't half fear kicks in the teeth at the moment.
I am now going to treat myself by giving up on the essay for today and going and making lasagne. Mmmm, lasagne. If you overcook it then it becomes suitably soft and therefore can fit in with my new and shiny diet plan from hell.
I'm going to watch The Apprentice tonight and either cry brokenly or laugh with glee as someone else fucks up job applications.At least they made it to interview. Tomorrow, I will get up and I will get back on the horse of job applications. For now, though, I'm going to eat lasagne and watch Hollyoaks.
AND Fern Britten has quit This Morning. What on earth am I meant to get out of bed for now when I'm an unemployed scumbag leeching of the state?!
Oh, and what job application did I get rejected from? I told people it was the Health Department. They rejected me ages ago. I got rejected from MI6 this time round Yes, that MI6. At least the application I've currently got the furthest on is an interesting one!
After yesterday being my last day of DocSoc, after two weeks of eating soft food and another two weeks of it ahead of me, and a tortorously slow day of writing a plain godawful essay, it's sort of a bit like a kick to the teeth.
And believe me, I don't half fear kicks in the teeth at the moment.
I am now going to treat myself by giving up on the essay for today and going and making lasagne. Mmmm, lasagne. If you overcook it then it becomes suitably soft and therefore can fit in with my new and shiny diet plan from hell.
I'm going to watch The Apprentice tonight and either cry brokenly or laugh with glee as someone else fucks up job applications.
AND Fern Britten has quit This Morning. What on earth am I meant to get out of bed for now when I'm an unemployed scumbag leeching of the state?!
Oh, and what job application did I get rejected from? I told people it was the Health Department. They rejected me ages ago. I got rejected from MI6 this time round Yes, that MI6. At least the application I've currently got the furthest on is an interesting one!
