First of all, I haven't written in ages because my mac has been on the blink. It's getting sorted but I'm using the boyfriends laptop for now to write this blog.
Everything is a bit up in the air at the mo, what with long hours of freelance work, no computer and me trying to sort out permanent work. Stressful is not even close to the word.
I have been doing the same as many others are, trying to sort out permanent work so I don't have to constantly stress about paying the bills and to have some goals and aims to head for.
I have been doing all kinds of applications recently, mainly for office based roles but a few other random jobs have been thrown in their too. You see I have been doing dressing work for ages and I do enjoy it but I now want to push some of my other skills and stay in one work place for once : )
Today I went for a 2nd interview for a job I really want. I always find these ones the worse, as I tend to mess up and never really know how I've done. In the past, most of the jobs I have been asked to second interviews for are for roles I decide I don't want (either after meeting the people or finding out about the company). This must be the first 2nd interview I have ever been to and I don't know if I like them. The reason being you are so much closer to getting the job yet still so far away. Although I nearly went through a wire fence by accident when trying to get to my boyfriends house, which is probably why I feel sick, I think the other reason is because I feel I messed up the interview and have no other permanent work in the pipeline - I feel like I'm crying inside and it's RUBBISH!!!
You see in this age we have to be strong however bad times are and sometimes its just too hard. So that's where my chocolate,cakes and food indulgence comes into play : s
For tonight I have decided though not to think about it anymore and move on - who knows what tomorrow brings. For now I am just going to enjoy the food my boyfriend has cooked, watched some tele and chill.
Today's title is from one of the first songs by the fab Athlete - Out of Nowhere: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNl-mUqedxc
Everything is a bit up in the air at the mo, what with long hours of freelance work, no computer and me trying to sort out permanent work. Stressful is not even close to the word.
I have been doing the same as many others are, trying to sort out permanent work so I don't have to constantly stress about paying the bills and to have some goals and aims to head for.
I have been doing all kinds of applications recently, mainly for office based roles but a few other random jobs have been thrown in their too. You see I have been doing dressing work for ages and I do enjoy it but I now want to push some of my other skills and stay in one work place for once : )
Today I went for a 2nd interview for a job I really want. I always find these ones the worse, as I tend to mess up and never really know how I've done. In the past, most of the jobs I have been asked to second interviews for are for roles I decide I don't want (either after meeting the people or finding out about the company). This must be the first 2nd interview I have ever been to and I don't know if I like them. The reason being you are so much closer to getting the job yet still so far away. Although I nearly went through a wire fence by accident when trying to get to my boyfriends house, which is probably why I feel sick, I think the other reason is because I feel I messed up the interview and have no other permanent work in the pipeline - I feel like I'm crying inside and it's RUBBISH!!!
You see in this age we have to be strong however bad times are and sometimes its just too hard. So that's where my chocolate,cakes and food indulgence comes into play : s
For tonight I have decided though not to think about it anymore and move on - who knows what tomorrow brings. For now I am just going to enjoy the food my boyfriend has cooked, watched some tele and chill.
Today's title is from one of the first songs by the fab Athlete - Out of Nowhere: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNl-mUqedxc
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