The Job Search Continues: An Update

  It has been 9 months since I was on here and very little has changed. I have had a few interviews yet I am still jobless and very close to penniless. I have reapplied to the "well known Chicken franchise" and other restaurants. But nothing yet. Wow.
  It hurts me deeply when people do not reply when I don't get the job; I'm okay with it, really. Especially if I get an explanation. Not enough experience or the wrong experience whatever it is, it will help me to improve for any future interviews. But if I don't get anything back, I don't know what I've done wrong. Though I'm pretty sure it isn't me that's in the wrong during an interview. I have interesting conversations, important certificates that I like to show off (but they never look) and most importantly I am able to do pretty much any job. I can waitress, bar tend, clean to a VERY high standard. I can also handle people, complaints and difficult instructions. The First Aid qualifications were not just for fun either, I worked my arse off for them.
  And you sit there and ignore my portfolio. You ask me questions about my experience but don't check my CV for details in front of me. What is with that? Trying to catch me out? Trying to get me to interview myself? If so, I could and I'd still be able to be objective. I might even ask better questions. And I would definitely look at my sodding portfolio!
  Anyway, today I'm going to call a local restaurant/bar that's looking for experienced bar staff. It's easy to get to and from, the hours are good and no more 3am close ups for me. Plus they don't open until lunchtime so nearly early shifts either. Yay!

Wish me luck!

The Job Search Continues

In these past two years, I have tried to find work that I can do, even if it tests my abilities and self-image to breaking point. But no-one wants me. I don't know what hurts more: not being good enough or being too good for certain jobs. I applied to a well known Chicken franchise based here in the UK and got an instant reply that I was not right for the job. Were they intimidated by the 8 GCSE passes I got? Or the 3 A Levels I have? Or the fact that I got into Uni? Here's my take on it: I DON'T CARE. I just want the job. I can deal with smelling like fried chicken for the next few months if you can pay me minimum wage. That's the deal breaker: I'll work my arse off for the £5.75 minimum wage for over 22s with no quibbles. Trust me. I promise.

I will work myself into depression if it just means I can try and enjoy a nice life with my future family, a bit of money saved up so we can have a few holidays and be able to buy any future children's love. It's that simple. SOMEONE HIRE ME BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!

By then I may have given up and surrendered to a life of crime.

Suzi

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Still Waiting On A Wish

Every day I wait for a call. A simple, short, automatic call that tells me that I'm still waiting for a job. Every day, I wait to find out if I'm one of the lucky few to be hired during a recession (I hate the term Credit Crunch) but no-one sees fit to let you know anymore. Years ago, I got letter after letter saying "sorry, we just aren't looking for staff" but now you get nothing, not even an email.
Why? Is it that they're too busy giving the job to someone else? Or is it laziness? It's laziness. Pure, adulterating laziness that leads people to feel that there is no obligation between them and you to keep you posted on the job front. I am a perfectly good typist, good enough with a typewriter let alone a laptop so why can't I get a job? If anyone reading this is from West Yorkshire please email me (hypocritical or what?) and offer me a job that doesn't have to pay millions but is enough in a recession to live on. Please. If you are from further afield, I'll need details but would still consider any options. Trust me, I'm not that fussy right now.

thegoldenankh
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Still No Word And, Yes, I Know It's Only Been 5 Days

Just a quick update: still no job yet. I don't know if I can find another job I could excell at so what do I do? I start writing again. I know it won't earn me anything (if ever it gets finished, never mind published) but it helps me relax by giving me something else to think about.

Here I am, trying to find a job that will allow us to set up a future, and allow us to make a positive start in a sad world. Having seen my parents' struggle to make sure we had a good home, a nice home, I want to be secure now so that we don't have to worry. Is it so wrong to wonder if I made the right decision in even coming to University? Yes, I got Matt out of the equation but other than him, what did I get? Answer: bugger all that's good. I got massive debt; no job; no home of my own. All that's to come, apparently but in a recession, where will it come from?

I'm currently listening to the dog barking at the builders and the rain and wondering why I can't grab my life by the balls and change it? Why shouldn't I? I'm a young woman (nearly 23), with all to play for. I have a boyfriend who loves me and is prepared to let me be who I want, accepts me for what shape I am. I feel ready to take on the world and know that I have every chance of succeeding.

So here I go. My first steps into the world. Well, they will be when I hear from Asda!
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How Long Does It Take?

Ever found yourself waiting? Endlessly waiting? Unnecessarily waiting? I have. I am. I'm currently waiting for Asda to get back to me on my application for Night Manager. A job I could do with my eyes closed. And blindfolded so there's no peeking! So why does it take so long? Just give me an interview and let me tell you why you should hire me. I can be awesome when I'm in the correct job. Take The Tube 80s Bar in Liverpool as an example. I rocked that bar. Alice Cooper, Bonny Tyler and Spandau Ballet blasting away, me and my friends serving drinks all night, earning tips 'cos we were awesome! I had a job I loved, £50 a week (not much, but I was only 19). Gave it up, came to uni and my life took a turn for the shitter. No job, no money, no social life. I met Matt, the best thing in my life, when I came to Bradford, I had a few jobs, mostly 'Glorified Cleaners' as no-one in their right mind would apply for a restaurant job at just above minimum wage and take the shit we did form Mrs Patel.

Why can I never get a good job? Pay me to write short stories, and we'll both make a mint. I have a mind of my own; I have an imagination; I have wants, I have needs, but only Matt seems to be able to figure out what they are. My parents have no idea how I feel because they're from another generation, where Higher Education was not a goal for everyone. If you had money, fine. But isn't that what everything boils down to these days? Who has money and who doesn't? The (I hate this phrase, and the rich bastards who coined it!) Credit Crunch is killing off the imagination of decent people who could be our next generation of Doctors, or Artists, or Archaeologists. Imagination is what makes us different from the Animal World, we want to be different so we dream up a future where we are truly happy. But this is to be our downfall, this dreaming. As no matter what you dream, it cannot be completely fulfilled. There are too many factors, such as background, opportunities, money and age. I always wanted to go to Uni, my cousins went when I was about 6 years old so it was always being mentioned,but it was NOT what I expected or, as it turns out, even wanted. I wanted to stay at college a bit longer, get better qualifications but I was offered a place at a university through the Clearing system and an ultimatum by my own mother. Get a proper job or go to Uni. Far away from everyone I knew. EVRYONE.

I was happy working in The Tube, I had friends, I had money coming in. I came to Bradford and that was it. I had money but I wasted it all on her, my rent and food. I never went out; I'd buy a six-pack of Heineken mini-kegs and watch DVDs on my laptop in my tiny room. On my own. She would visit, but it was always grudgingly. She hated my friends at uni, stole my friends at home. When we split, I left her for Matt. I'm so happy now, it makes me want to cry out "Why didn't I do this before?"

I need to get this job so I can set myself up and provide for a family in the future. I'd be happy to do a full-time job, work 60 to 70 hours a week, and leave Uni till later on in life, when we are financially ready, if we can be happy now, just for little while. In the middle of a recession, with tuition fees constantly on the rise, why should I keep sacrificing if I'm getting nowhere?

Luckless and penniless!

Are you tired of job hunting and sick of having no money? So. Am. I. I have tried my hardest, my CV rocks but no one wants me. I do believe that I have rejection issues. Severe rejection issues. I never get dumped (4 people doesn't really prove anything but still), it's usually me that ends friendships, arguments and whatever else I could get rejected from, like jobs for instance. I have only been sacked once, and it was from TJ Hughes in 2004 when I was in college, because it was only a temporary job for Xmas. Otherwise, I've quit my jobs. The Tube, I moved to Uni; Sainsbury's, 2007, because my 'boss' was a prick; Omar Khan's, as any reader will know, they are illegally paying below minimum wageand working people to the point of murder. I want a job that pays well, that I enjoy and with fellow staff who are respectful and co-operative. Like at Sainsbury's, everyone is so nice, but they won't re-hire me. I don't see why i can't get my job back like the others when I'm just as good and work twice as hard!
I want the daily schlep, the daily grind because in the end it's all worth its while if I can pay bills and have money left over! What's wrong with wanting that?

The Rut

I'm stuck in this rut, right, but with no idea how to break it. I've tried to write some scenes for the book, but I can't do it. I'm trying to think of things to do, but unless it's free or comes with a cooked meal, I don't want to know!! I'm hungry all the time, depressed all the time and we're fighting over nothing every five minutes. I can't take it anymore, I want it to go back to the way it was: no fighting, taking turns to cook, making love more often. I miss being in halls because it was easy. No bills, no landlord and no god damn R & S. I'm sick of the influence they've had, it's their fault we fight because we get the brunt of all their crap.
If I had a job, none of this would bother me. I'd have somewhere to go and would be tired so I'd have a reason to be moody and depressed. Plus I'd have money, and not having that causes tension too, because we want and need stuff but can't always afford it. It isn't fair on me or M because I want us to have the best, and then the same for our kids, grandkids and whoever else follws! I'm trying to write the book and get it published so I could make money on it. No luck yet, though. But I'll keep trying, hoping. It's what I'm good at.