Down in the ground.
I thought I missed one day of blogging, but apparently I have missed two. Maybe I am becoming more Aussie than I thought I would? Not much have happened though the last two days.
The new bodyboard is amazing. I am really enjoying it.
I was approached again by a charity, but as they learned I am almost poor they told me they need more people. I went there, got a number to call to book an interview and had that today.
To put it simple, if I get this job I will annoy passers-by asking if they want to become a donating member.
It is a job and a really need one. Still I can not help glancing over my CV and feeling that it is far from my field or skill set. I barely managed to work at a call-centre as I do not like phones and talking to people. Here I will be in their face more or less asking them for money. It is kind of like a baker applying for a job as a butcher.
It kind of made me think what I am doing wrong at the moment. Why am I without a job, still? Why can’t I seem to be able to catch a break? I was just recently told I would get a job easy in London with my language skills; while here in Australia I feel like I am sending companies a blank sheet of paper.
Luckily I am sensible enough to understand that I can only blame myself; if I am going to blame someone. I made the choice to resign and move. No one held a gun to my head and said I had to resign and move to a different continent. Even if I am a very calm and zen like person that likes his routines, I can also be very tempted by adventure.
Lizzie and I went to see ‘Up in the air’ today to have something to do and to be cool. We do not have an air-con, so we kind of have to find ways to stay cool during this horrible heat.
It was an amazing film. It had a very nice and even amount of humour and drama. A film both genders would easily enjoy without feeling bored or awkward.
Some of the dialogues the characters kind of got to me. It made me think about my situation; which is a bit annoying. I am not a big fan of ‘what if’ thoughts, but I have had far too many of those lately.
I know I should be happy that I actually might have a paying job soon (if I didn’t cock up the interview too much with my honesty), but it is kind of like getting a bachelor degree in computer science and ending up at a call-centre.
I just wish I would get a job I could enjoy. I do not care what job it is really, but a job that I look forward to in the morning and does not gives me worries when I go home. I do not care if I work in an office or outside; I do not care if it is always changing or if it never changes. As long as I get some money in the end of the month (or week, depends how you want to pay me) and I am happy during my free time. I am ready to do almost anything as long it suits my introverted personality. The more happy I am at work, the harder I work!
Live long and prosper.
