Cards on the Table

I blogged a wee while back about a phone interview I had. I called the post 'The Fake Sound of Progress' because although it was further than I'd ever got before, it was by no means a guarantee of a permenant position with a proper salary and other boring things like health insurance and a pension.

Guys, I didn't get the job. Unfortunately I didn't realise that what I was signing up for was essentially what I was signing up for. I thought it was a magazine internship and couldn't understand why there was so much stuff about TV on the application. It transpired that it was a magazine internship, but the six participants would be the subject of a reality show about the whole shebang. Coming to your screens on ITV2 before you can say The Only Way is Essex.

I would have done it - it would have been too good an opportunity to miss, but my communal living experiences are the subject of sitcoms and not reality TV - it would have certainly been interesting to watch.

Anyway they said they would contact me sometime last week if they wanted me to come for an interview/audition last weekend. They didn't do any of that so reality TV will have to wait for now.

But as one door closes another one opens, though at the moment I feel as if I'm in the midst of a Poirot and someone has just fired a gun, bringing every last person out of their rooms in the stock period house: all the doors open with a different face and a different possibility in each one.

I have a spreadsheet with all the things I've applied for - jobs and opportunities: I delete things I don't get and add in new things. There are three outstanding job applications - I just hope they are outstanding; one application for work experience; two existing pieces of work experience that I can dip into as often as I please; and two writing opportunities.

So that's everything outstanding.

I have great friends, familiy, and industry contacts that send me stuff my way, of which there are three more jobs I can apply for and one more opportunity for something beginning with writing. I also have numerous back-up plans and temp work to keep the wolf from the door.

There is just SO MUCH up for grabs!

I count 13 (minimum) things at the moment - 13 cards that I'm going to put on the table. Unlucky for some, I just hope one of them turns out to be the ace in the pack.