As the Grand National has recently begun (that being the races and not the awesome band by the same name), I thought I would dispense some knowledge. Today's hot tip is Hot Chip. This band is most excellent and deserves a gander. Here is a link to their new video for their next single 'Boys from School' (where today's title came from; in case anyone was thinking I was being super emo). It should just stream in Windows Media Player - if it doesn't, then sort yourself out.
Anyway, that is neither here nor there. The last few days have been awash with failure. I can't really be bothered to go into details. Just lots of little things that have gone wrong, that all amount to me getting increasingly irritated. Also, I am in somewhat a state of disbelief as to how me getting a degree seems to have made me less suitable for jobs. When I was in 6th form I never had any problems getting a job if I needed one, but now I have become a graduate, I can't even get the most basic of jobs. If I get a job in a factory counting beans I will consider myself lucky at this point.
I heard back from the job I applied for with the local council. They informed me that I had been successful and offered me "congratulations" in my "success" and also informed me that I would now be placed on a waiting list and they would try and find me a placement within the next 6 months. Needless to say, I was ever so slightly less than amused. The amount of hassle and form filling and tests and assessments that I went through, to then be put on a waiting list and congratulated. It's things like that which send people mental. I had originally been informed that they were looking to fill 40 vacancies in their local office and that I also should've heard back from them a week sooner than I actually did.
Anyway, enough complaining for now. I'm pretty sure there were other, non-complaint, things that I was going to mention, but I can't remember what they are. Anyway, on monday I am just going to have to blanket bomb the whole of Lincoln with my CV. I am determined that someone is going to employ me. Oh and before anyone suggests that I cave and become a "Tesco till tart", I have already contacted all the local supermarkets. None of them have any vacancies, save for Sainsburys, who suggested I write in and state what sort of job I would like. Factory work, here I come...
Anyway, that is neither here nor there. The last few days have been awash with failure. I can't really be bothered to go into details. Just lots of little things that have gone wrong, that all amount to me getting increasingly irritated. Also, I am in somewhat a state of disbelief as to how me getting a degree seems to have made me less suitable for jobs. When I was in 6th form I never had any problems getting a job if I needed one, but now I have become a graduate, I can't even get the most basic of jobs. If I get a job in a factory counting beans I will consider myself lucky at this point.
I heard back from the job I applied for with the local council. They informed me that I had been successful and offered me "congratulations" in my "success" and also informed me that I would now be placed on a waiting list and they would try and find me a placement within the next 6 months. Needless to say, I was ever so slightly less than amused. The amount of hassle and form filling and tests and assessments that I went through, to then be put on a waiting list and congratulated. It's things like that which send people mental. I had originally been informed that they were looking to fill 40 vacancies in their local office and that I also should've heard back from them a week sooner than I actually did.
Anyway, enough complaining for now. I'm pretty sure there were other, non-complaint, things that I was going to mention, but I can't remember what they are. Anyway, on monday I am just going to have to blanket bomb the whole of Lincoln with my CV. I am determined that someone is going to employ me. Oh and before anyone suggests that I cave and become a "Tesco till tart", I have already contacted all the local supermarkets. None of them have any vacancies, save for Sainsburys, who suggested I write in and state what sort of job I would like. Factory work, here I come...
Factory work for teh win.
Listen, you are excellent the way you move effortlessly from horsies to electronic pop. Can you not get a job that utilises these skills?
r.e. "Awash with failure". Well... *hugs*
Hmm horses and electronic pop - that just leaves me with Disc Jockey really.