Dear Diary: I’ve gone and caught a case of Baby Fever

There is a baby in the office. There is a baby in the office making gurgling noises and sweet petty cries and my ovaries are trying to burst out of my womb.

I think I’ve caught the baby fever. I’m feeling broody. I’m craving the sweet smell of a baby in my arms and I want to witness that gappy mouth and big inquisitive eyes staring at me with amazement and wonder.

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The never ending circle of life after uni: Job hunting

job-hu1So there I have it. I’ve finished my undergraduate degree. I’m a lot poorer than I was when I first started University, regardless of my gracious student loan and now I am in dire need of money.

Where do I start?

I’ve decided I want to stick around my University home town – baring in mind, if I were to go home, I’m sure I could pick up some shifts at my old job post as Kitchen Assistant in the local cafe, but that’s not the real world. I need to be proactive, and I also need to realise that wanting something doesn’t come easy, and thus the long haul process of trying to find a job begins.

I want a summer job. That’s all I want at the moment. I have my university house until mid August, so I want to ride the tenancy out – ยฃ1450 worth of tenancy, quite rightly. But to do so, I need to find a job. The rent has already been paid, so it’s just the case of funding my food, and living costs, and the stupidity of me learning to drive, great.

JOB. JOB. JOB. HUNT. HUNT. HUNT.

You think it’s going to be easy, your CV is looking pretty good with all of the (not so much) extracurricular activities you did whilst at University, but oh the grades don’t look as hot from all those nights you’ve spent partying hard. Oh great. Useless. Everything is useless. Let’s just focus on the positives.

THERE ARE NO POSITIVES, YOU ARE IN HELL.

A never ending cycle of ‘you need experience to get experience’.

Well, I’m not lacking experience. I’ve had a few jobs throughout secondary school and college, so they pad out my CV a little and express what a friendly, great customer service provider I am, but somehow even now that doesn’t seem to be doing me a favour. The most problematic thing for me is this idea of interviews.

I had an interview not long ago for a position at Pizza Express, the interview went okay – except I am a bag of nerves. Anxiety problems aside, I generally get quite nervous – and it was so obvious, the lady practically shot me down, told me I was a push over and needed to sort my life out – not in that many words, but point taken. Thus I shall be working on that. But alas, interviews are there for future employees to get to know you, see what you are like and it is a way for you to show them that you are really what they are looking for. But I haven’t mastered the art of interviewing just yet, when I do, I’ll let you know.

But on a serious note, I haven’t any idea what I would like to do in the real world. A summer job is hard enough to find at the moment, let alone trying to figure out what I want to be doing in fifteen/twenty years time.

For now, I’m sticking it out, I’m applying left, right and centre through job advertisements in windows, sites like indeed.co.uk and reed.co.uk. I’m trying. I promise I am. It’s just hard, and rejection makes it that much more painful. I’m the type of girl that takes it to heart and then wants to spend the rest of the day crying into a pint of ice-cream. I’m working on it. I’m trying to be one of those people who are motivated by rejection, to prove themselves better than all those who say no – but it’s difficult.

Admittedly I have also applied for jobs relevant to my degree, for example; an editorial internship, but applications don’t end till the 25th June. Oh I did also apply for a publishing grad scheme – but low and behold, a big fat rejection from that – but HEY we’re going with it.

I’m being spoiled by saying I just want something to come along. Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. But don’t give up hope, I had three job interviews sprung on me in one day, a few weeks ago. I’m just hoping for some better luck and better preparation for the next ones – and there will be next ones(!) Thinking positive. THINKING POSITIVE.

For anyone else out there doing the same, keep at it.

We’ll find our feet eventually