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Wednesday, June 2

The Epic Job Hunt Begins

Man, finding a job is hard. I haven't had to do it properly for about 2 years, and I'd forgotten just how much legwork (figuratively speaking) you have to do.

I've spent the last few hours on the phone, ringing loads of random pubs and bars all across London, checking to see whether any vacany they'd advertised was still available. I'm not a brilliant person on the phone, I like to get things done with very quickly when I'm not talking face to face, so it was such a pain in the ass to put on the "eager" act every minute or so to a different anonymous voice.

But, I have had a little success. I've got a mini-interview thing this evening at a sports club which is quite literally just around the corner from my house, and I'm also expecting a call back tomorrow from one lady who sounded very willing to give me a job.

Apparently, they're kind of looking for bar staff at the moment, but will be needing some for certain in July and August. She said that I could expect to do quite a few hours in June, and then to "work my socks off" in the July and August. That'll do me, I have no problems with that sort of arrangement.

I remember, back in the summer when I worked at a pub in Melksham, I did a couple of 70+ hour weeks. Admittedly, I was absolutely fucked by the end of them, but I know that I can work very hard and keep going.

I'm one of those people who never really gives in to exhaustion or tiredness in that kind of situation. A job needs doing, so I'll do it. I'm the same when we play football or any other sport: I can keep running and working until the final whistle, when I let the tiredness hit me. I don't feel tired at all, even after 2 hours of a kickabout, so long as we're still going. By the time we get home, and the adrenaline has stopped, I'm fucked, but until that point I can keep going.

At least this summer's job can't be as bad as some of the other stuff I've done, such as being bin man, stacking pots of cream, cleaning vats of cream, and the classic cleaning a cattle feed factory. Those were the days!


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