Wednesday, June 9
Boring, Boring DayTalk about a non-event of a day...
I've done pretty much fuck all that is interesting today, but at least I've managed to do some productive stuff. I've been applying for jobs like a madman, sending my CV off to loads of different companies for loads of different jobs, as well as ringing places all over London.
I'm no longer just confining myself to bar work either: my financial situation has gotten to the point where I need a job, any job, that will pay me half-decent wages over the summer. I spoke to some nice people on the phone, I spoke to some pretty shitty people, but I guess beggars can't be choosers...
What else have I got up to? I've done a little bit more on the design for this blog, and will probably end up spending a few more hours on it this evening. I'm getting there, slowly but surely. For those of you who haven't had a look at it yet, it's located here, in half-finished form. As I've said before, I'm very happy with it, and will hopefully get it finished pretty soon.
I had a phone call from my parents, as well as an eventual webcam with them (they wanted to see my new haircut), and I was very pleased to hear that my Dad would be coming to London for a day or two next week. Perhaps more importantly (OK, certainly more importantly), he'll be bringing my new laptop with him!
Which is great news. He showed me it on the webcam, and I have to say that it looks the business. It's pretty big, blue, and beastly. I'm so very thankful (mental note: go buy a Father's Day card).
In even better news, he told me that he'd meet me halfway on buying an iPod! That is quite simply the news that I've been wanting to hear for about 6 months. A 40GB iPod by the end of July will completely make my summer. Fuck it, it'll make my entire year! At last, my entire music collection in my pocket, as the ad says.
However, I will not be wearing the white headphones that come with it. Why?
a) they make you an easy target for muggers, as they signify that you have an iPod on your person.
b) too many people wear them just so others know that they are so cool that they have an iPod. It's always the poncey, young and coming-up twentysomethings, dressed in something supposedly fashionable (i.e. expensive) and with a 'cool' haircut. I'm not going to be one of those people. At least, I'm not going to be one of those people for a few years yet. Maybe when I have a mid-life crisis and attempt to recapture my youth...
So yeah, other than chatting to my parents and hunting for jobs, I've had an uneventful day. I can't even convince my housemates that this is a perfect evening to be sitting outside the Holly Bush in Hampstead, with a quiet beer or two. Gits.
Sorry, let me make that "lazy gits". The lazy gits.
Hate looking for jobs. Especially when you need them. I remember being in multiple interviews with questions like, "You have a masters degree. Why do you want this entry-level job?" And the appropriate answer, of course, is some made-up bullshit involving my life-long love of filing. But the real answer is, "Because I want to continue to eat food and live indoors." But they won't accept that answer. So, lie to the bastards. Lie your face off and tell them what they want to hear.