If there is one thing I hate more than my job it's applying for a new one.
When you apply for a new job, it appears that the prospective employer needs to know everything about you, from what you had for breakfast this morning to what your Great Aunt Ethel's favourite colour was.
Its Really Boring.
And not only is it Really Boring, but you have to try Really Hard to be Friendly and Enthusiastic and Really Excited about the possibility of a new life in accounting......
I've sent off three applications today. The last time I tried to find a new job I must have filled in about twenty application forms. I hate doing it because no matter how hard you try and make yourself sound Brilliant, you're really lucky if any of the bastards even send you a 'thanks but no thanks' letter. All they would have to do is write out one and save it on their system for all the failures as it's not like they have to sit around spending hours working out the best way to kiss My ass!!
Bastards.
I get really cross when they don't even acknowledge your time. It's very Bad Manners and when they're advertising for friendly and polite staff, it doesn't make it look like they were successful in finding them.......
Monday 18 June 2007
Thursday 14 June 2007
I Need A New Job!
AAAAARRRGGHHH!
I am SO fed up with my job.
I hate it.
I also hate Monster who are rubbish. Their advertising makes it look like it's really easy to find relevant positions but every time I update my CV on there, I'm inundated with phone calls from recruitment agencies who want to offer me complete crap. It should be called 'Even More Useless And Depressing Than The Job Section In Your Local Paper Dot Com'.
At least that would be honest...........
I am SO fed up with my job.
I hate it.
I also hate Monster who are rubbish. Their advertising makes it look like it's really easy to find relevant positions but every time I update my CV on there, I'm inundated with phone calls from recruitment agencies who want to offer me complete crap. It should be called 'Even More Useless And Depressing Than The Job Section In Your Local Paper Dot Com'.
At least that would be honest...........
Monday 4 June 2007
Hooray For Dog-Sitting! (or not.....)
Well, my girlfriend's cooking didn't kill me!
It DID give me Really Bad trapped wind, (glamorous, I know) that saw me sitting awake until 5am, crying my eyes out because I really did think I was going to die but I'm still here.
I've lapsed on my blog for the past week because we have been dog-sitting most of the time for my girlfriend's mum who is currently sunning herself in Tenerife, while we enjoy the glorious (if rather damp) British weather.....
This has mostly involved living out of plastic bags, and leaving anything that we really need in the wrong house whilst we juggle living in two places at once and work all at the same time.
Our pet cat has become extremely confused as her regular routine has become totally unpredictable, and she has started waking me up regularly in the middle of the night for cuddles when we are at home. She is currently yowling at the front door. I have no idea why as she is an indoor cat, and won't go outside, even if you try and pick her up and carry her out.
So, when my girlfriend's mum does come back from her well-deserved holiday, she is going to have a Very Spoilt dog, who won't do anything he's told as he's been allowed to run riot by us, as we were worried he would pine for his mummy and refuse to eat, which is what he usually does. We, on the other hand, are going to have a psychologically damaged cat who is no doubt going to need months of counselling which won't be covered by her insurance as it is completely our fault for being such Bad Parents.
Never Mind.....
If this wasn't hectic enough, work has been unsurprisingly rubbish so not only am I exhausted, but I've been pretty miserable too. I've come to the conclusion that I really do hate (nearly) all the staff at my workplace and have come extremely close to walking out on numerous occasions over the past week. Admittedly, this is nothing new, although my constant threats to desert my post are feeling a lot more real at the moment. The main problem with this is that I have a large number of bills to pay and no matter how appealing running away from my job seems during my daydreams, the reality of it would be much more stressful than the daily grind. Because I work in an industry that appears to be a complete mystery to any potential employer outside of gaming, nobody will employ me anywhere else that is not a bingo hall or a casino. And bingo halls and casinos aren't employing new staff thanks to the impending smoking ban which is going to see venues across the country closing their doors and a host of people just like me being left unemployed and unemployable.
Thank-You Tony 'Bastard' Blair.
The other problem I have is that despite the fact that my job is crap, the gaming industry pays quite well and although I could probably get a job in an office or a shop if I begged enough, I would have to start back at the bottom with a substantial decrease in salary, which I can't afford to do. That's if I was Really Lucky, and I'm Really Not.
I suppose, for all my moaning, that the bright side is that at least I've found the partner that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. Even Brigitte Jones (who you may note had a bunch of good jobs) had trouble finding 'The One' and I don't have That problem. I just wish I hadn't been lied to so much when I was at school. I was told constantly that if you work hard, it will pay off. Life, so far, has taught me that this simply isn't the case. If you're really lucky, you might find a career that isn't completely depressing with a dead-end waiting for if you ever reach retirement. In my experience, as my friends and I draw ever closer to the dreaded 3-0, we have all been left feeling like we went wrong somewhere. I don't know anyone my age who doesn't feel a little disillusioned with their lot in life.......
It DID give me Really Bad trapped wind, (glamorous, I know) that saw me sitting awake until 5am, crying my eyes out because I really did think I was going to die but I'm still here.
I've lapsed on my blog for the past week because we have been dog-sitting most of the time for my girlfriend's mum who is currently sunning herself in Tenerife, while we enjoy the glorious (if rather damp) British weather.....
This has mostly involved living out of plastic bags, and leaving anything that we really need in the wrong house whilst we juggle living in two places at once and work all at the same time.
Our pet cat has become extremely confused as her regular routine has become totally unpredictable, and she has started waking me up regularly in the middle of the night for cuddles when we are at home. She is currently yowling at the front door. I have no idea why as she is an indoor cat, and won't go outside, even if you try and pick her up and carry her out.
So, when my girlfriend's mum does come back from her well-deserved holiday, she is going to have a Very Spoilt dog, who won't do anything he's told as he's been allowed to run riot by us, as we were worried he would pine for his mummy and refuse to eat, which is what he usually does. We, on the other hand, are going to have a psychologically damaged cat who is no doubt going to need months of counselling which won't be covered by her insurance as it is completely our fault for being such Bad Parents.
Never Mind.....
If this wasn't hectic enough, work has been unsurprisingly rubbish so not only am I exhausted, but I've been pretty miserable too. I've come to the conclusion that I really do hate (nearly) all the staff at my workplace and have come extremely close to walking out on numerous occasions over the past week. Admittedly, this is nothing new, although my constant threats to desert my post are feeling a lot more real at the moment. The main problem with this is that I have a large number of bills to pay and no matter how appealing running away from my job seems during my daydreams, the reality of it would be much more stressful than the daily grind. Because I work in an industry that appears to be a complete mystery to any potential employer outside of gaming, nobody will employ me anywhere else that is not a bingo hall or a casino. And bingo halls and casinos aren't employing new staff thanks to the impending smoking ban which is going to see venues across the country closing their doors and a host of people just like me being left unemployed and unemployable.
Thank-You Tony 'Bastard' Blair.
The other problem I have is that despite the fact that my job is crap, the gaming industry pays quite well and although I could probably get a job in an office or a shop if I begged enough, I would have to start back at the bottom with a substantial decrease in salary, which I can't afford to do. That's if I was Really Lucky, and I'm Really Not.
I suppose, for all my moaning, that the bright side is that at least I've found the partner that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. Even Brigitte Jones (who you may note had a bunch of good jobs) had trouble finding 'The One' and I don't have That problem. I just wish I hadn't been lied to so much when I was at school. I was told constantly that if you work hard, it will pay off. Life, so far, has taught me that this simply isn't the case. If you're really lucky, you might find a career that isn't completely depressing with a dead-end waiting for if you ever reach retirement. In my experience, as my friends and I draw ever closer to the dreaded 3-0, we have all been left feeling like we went wrong somewhere. I don't know anyone my age who doesn't feel a little disillusioned with their lot in life.......
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