So those of you that tuned in to my latest blog post may have been disappointed, but I wanted to reassure the public that I am still unemployed and able to update you about the life of an unemployed bum without breaking the Trade's Descroption Act.
So I have called this post after a Lostprophets album I listened to a lot in my teenage years and to be honest it best describes my current state of mind. Yesterday I had a phone interview for quite an exciting job/opportunity. I chatted for 20 minutes about, well for want of a better way of putting it, me.
This is the most progress I've made since I started looking (probably about 18 months ago). Well sort of. Let me explain. I looked feverishly in my last year of university but I had absolutely no idea how to fill in an application or write a CV and so, understandably, I didn't get very far.
When I graduated I had acquired one of these pieces of knowledge (the CV) but the applications I was filling in were still shocking. So every time I filled in an application I was going further into the pit of despair because I was getting approximately nowhere.
Cue a bit of the ol' work experience. It's once a month and not really that taxing, but it got me a contact in the know and now I know how to fill in an application - cue phone interview yesterday.
Progress indeed.
Or not.
I say the fake sound of progress because it could of course all come to nothing. Currently there are potentially eight things on the horizon in terms of jobs or opportunities - some could run concurrently (in case any potential employers stumble across this, so no need to panic just yet). With my new-found knowledge I could storm each one and end up with more job offers than I know what to do with.
This might not happen and I could be posting another not-so-surprising newsflash next week.
As I said the [potentially] fake sound of progress.
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