Nothing (much) To Report

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…are just some of the delightful things that people are looking for on the interweb recently. And then found our site. God knows how - google, you work in mysterious ways.

It may well have seemed like I’ve disappeared of the face of the planet lately - and you’d almost be right. I thought it was just January being fucky, but no - February was pretty screwy too. I was officially made redundant on the 27th - I was offered a slightly different job with the same mad community charity, but decided to take a look around at the job market and basically thumbed my nose at them.

So yeah, Jeremy Kyle and chair sanding has filled my days when I haven’t been for job interviews. You’d be bloody surprised at the amount of time it takes applying for shitty jobs. I thought I was finally going to get my life in order with all this extra free time - but I think it just made it worse! Now I am back in gainful employment, I’m not sure how I’m going to have enough time to fit in my day to day faffing.

I was offered another job straight away with some dull corporate American company as a business analyst. I turned it down because the interviewer was smarmy (a good enough reason on it’s own) and it looked as exciting as watching paint dry there. I may moan about mad community jobs, but they’re actually quite interesting.

The job I really wanted, I didn’t even get an interview for *sob* and one I didn’t think I wanted, I had 2 interviews for and then they left me hanging for 2 weeks to get an answer. Swines. After the first interview they looked quite cool, and I decided I did want that job (it was going around the country installing software and doing training) but 2 weeks of hanging did me in, and forced me to do the following…

…accepting a job back at mad community charity. Humbly.

I had a dark moment, induced by getting the tower in a tarot card reading and all I could imagine was having to get some shit job and renting my house out to 20 other people just to be able to afford the mortgage on minimum wage. I am prone to those dark moments, and they normally pass with the addition of chocolate and hiding under the duvet for a number of hours/days.

All’s well that ends well though. As it turns out, mad community charity are moving their HQ away from Chav Town. Yay! I will now have to split my working week between London and just 100 metres away from The Retreat pub in Stroud (a recipe for not getting much work done in the afternoons due to Fruli excesses, I can tell ya) The downside to all of this is that 5 people have left…and I’m now expected to pick up the day to day running of the place as well as their jobs because the MD is as useful at that stuff as a fart in a tin. Oh deary dear.

Wish me luck. It’s my first day back today - a good start with half the building in darkness due to no electricity and no heating whatsoever. Fwap.

-moosh