Jobs

2004-04-02 at 11:47 p.m.

Well, had my interview yesterday with the guy from the magazine. Their office looked just like a rather posh swimming pool! All marbled and whatnot. This I know because they kept me waiting half an hour down there before giving me my 15 minute interview.

I think it went ok, but not brilliantly. Though on the positive side he was the first person not to mention my degree or ask "so did you want to become a vicar" anyway. However, I think I revealed my complete and utter ignorance of the commercial property market while I was there. Like I'd know anything about commercial property! But still, it would've looked better if I had known anything about it.

Never mind.

Just been lounging about apart from that. Well that and rowing with my parents about applying for jobs I just cannot be bothered to apply for. Its not that they're bad jobs, its just that - I don't think I have a hope in hell of getting them. With eight months unemployment and no vocational qualifications, I don't think I am likely to get anything.

I suppose its apathy taking over again. I have been feeling quite depressed lately. Its irritating, because on the one hand my rational mind tells me that if I do x and y then I am more likely to get a good job - x and y being all sorts of things, including getting a decent website up so I can prove that I can do computery things reasonably well, and maybe trying to do something more ambitious like an ezine which could highlight writing/editorial skills which would be helpful for all sorts of jobs. I can't even get up the energy to write into the BBC with my programme ideas - another promising avenue.

I suppose I've just resigned myself to being unemployed, its not so bad, it'll not kill me, maybe I'll win the lottery or something, other people survive so why can't I.

I just wish I didn't have to be in London, looking at all the things I cannot afford to buy. I wish I was back in Edinburgh, where I actually have people to talk to, friends to see, I'm not just on my own all the bloody time.

Not the most cheerful of entries I suppose. My wishlist for the future is narrowed to, getting some way of getting money, and getting my moods to settle down and stay the same thing for a while, rather than dipping up and down like a seesaw. You never know, it might happen.

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