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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