OPTIMISM?

Today begins my first blog on this fine, erm, blog thing. So be kind. This introductory post will become something I can laugh at, when, 6 months down the line, I still don't have a job.

It is the 3rd October 2012. I sit here with my laptop on my lap having achieved all the things I set out to do today. None of those things were very exciting.

Claudia, my saintly girlfriend, is currently AT WORK at Barnbrough primary school, teaching a year 3 class to do various things. This is a boss job. It is also a job which brings in some money. On the other hand, I work at Jorvik, where I bring in a small amount of money that is comparative to the same amount of money you would spend on a small bottle of milk or perhaps a multi-pack of chewing gum.

Me searching for employment in a drawer.

SO. I search for more employment. For employment that justifies the fact that i not only have a degree, but also a masters. On the go now, I have around 10 applications. These range from internal vacancies at Jorvik to recruitment officer at the University of Lincoln (which is freaking miles away). None of them have come back to me yet because the deadlines haven't arrived. On the other hand, I'm being fussy and have basically applied for everything I want to apply for that is available.

Let's keep shit in context. I finished my course on the 20th September. This means I've only technically been unemployed for 13 days. So I is calm. I is optimistic. I is ambitious. 

Nonetheless I have run out of things to do. I've been for my jog this morning, which all in all went pretty fine. I've tidied up everything. I don't really have any jobs to apply to. The problem is as follows.....I have just got a new PS3, but I feel too guilty to play the damn thing! It sits there looking at me, basically telling me that I'm a dick. So what do I resort to? Food. Bagels and cheese and quorn and beans.

Now then, let's just recap. Nothing is too grim yet. I'm unemployed, yes, but I've not been told no to yet. I'm sending out speculative emails to museums telling them how great I am and I do sort of genuinely believe that I am pretty great, in employment terms. Keep reading as my life breaks down miserably over the next few months as I get rejected for everything from Assistant to the Curator to working as a volunteer toilet cleaner.

Unemployment fact I found out today: You have to pay to be a volunteer at the Museums Association!

Run status: Getting faster.

Skyrim status: Starting again.

FIFA status: Still shit.