The description for a Facebook event that I aborted because I suddenly felt ashamed about my unemployment.
Mater University has pushed me out the door and I’m in no hurry to go live with Mother. Life is an adventure, but until then I’ve got to find a job. This job is not good enough. This job is too good. This job said no this job said no this job said no this job said no this job didn’t say anything. This job needs another job. This job does not speak to my intimate passions and interests this job needs a driving license. This job demands skills I don’t have. This job demands skills I don’t even know I have yet. Job job job job.
It’s a race against time for Esmond to spend another year in Edinburgh, can he make it?! Only through the power of FRIENDSHIP AND RELEVANT SKILLS.
It’s not so much that I don’t like applying for jobs as the whole process fills me with such a sense of bewilderment and dread and isolation. And I’d like to bet that it does the same for some of you too. Let’s sit in New Amphion with beers and coffees and beers and apply for jobs together. All welcome, including the employed, because I know none of them will be able to come anyway, the bastards. x