You'll be pleased to know I found a name for my pirate. This was very much yesterday's problem, but I solved it with some clever wordplay and now I'm back on track, ready to take the world by storm. Well nearly.
Once I get the bit between my teeth, I'm practically unstoppable and this is what happened yesterday evening. I worked right the way through the Brits on my projects. I say through, I mean during - it didn't merit enough attention to not be doing something else at the same time. I'd started work that morning and I ploughed my way through until 10pm - that's dedication to the cause.
To tell you the truth, I worked a little too much. We hit 9'o'clock, and let's face it, I was only watching for Noel Gallagher and Blur; I tied up some loose ends, but because I'd have to wait until 9.50 for my Blur marathon, I thought I'd start something else instead. This was a bad idea and made my brain fry.
I therefore shut my computer down and walked away ready to start afresh today. Which I intend to do, probably after lunch... I'm not procrastinating, I'm just saving these jobs for the time when I can give them most attention; I also don't want to finish them in a week and find I'm back to being a bum again.
The likelihood of that happening is slim, as it really seems as if things are picking up for once. I just want to make sure that I do the best job I can with the resources available to me, and if time is a resource that I have in abundance, I'm jolly well going to use it.
Time management is a big deal for me because I hate to have days yawning before me; currently I've had 6 months of them and I don't reckon on it being up to much. Most of my time is spent looking for jobs, applying for jobs, or waiting to hear back about job applications, and let me tell you this for nothing (I am unemployed) it sucks.
You can imagine how good it felt, therefore, to have a few projects to work on, to have something to occupy my time with. Even if I never hear back from these opportunities, it has killed time while I wait for the big three, which became th big two last Friday and, sorry to report folks, is now the Big One - and I don't mean the fun kind, like in Blackpool.
If I were writing a fictitious blog about unemployment I would have done it excatly as you read it. Just in case you think I'm not 22, a girl, and unemployed, but a 53-year-old fat and balding man from Basingstoke who's trying to penetrate the female psyche by adopting the identity of a young unemployed girl, I'm not. I am genuinely unemployed. This is, unfortunately, real life.
But I say that because the plot is building. After 6 months of waiting, things are finally hotting up. I could finish this post by saying:
'Tomorrow on The Diary of an Unemployed Bum, things are progressing with the company that asked Hannah to apply for a position, the projects are finally starting to take shape, but will she hear from the Big One about her dream job? Tune in to find out.'
That is literally my life at the moment - a reality TV show.
It turns out my predictions were right about this being 'zero fortnight' and though it's two rejections out of three, it gave me a kick up my unemployed bum and I'm looking down the barrel of a potential job interview and a really exciting opportunity too.
It's day eight out of ten - if days nine and ten are as eventful as days six, seven and eight, this is going to be a week to remember.
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