Job Hunting

I am having so much fun job hunting.  Not.  Now if there were any jobs available I might be.  Then again, rejections aren’t so fun.  And that’s when they have the decency to let you know you haven’t got the job.  Anyway, for two days in a row, a job search on the jobcentre site hasn’t even brought up any jobs.  None at all.  As I do a daily online search I only search the latest jobs each day, before looking back over old ones.  But there we are.  Since I officially started on jobseekers allowance, there has been absolutely nothing jobwise available for me to apply for.  Now if I could work evenings and weekends (I can’t because of childcare constraints, for those of you who’ll think I’m being choosy), it would be fine.  If I had loads of experience working in hotels, or bars, or something like that, or had a driving licence and car, there would be millions of jobs to apply for.  But nope.  Joy.  I love job hunting.  I’ve been doing it for a year now, and it seriously is amazing how crap it can make you feel. 

On a positive, I totally passed my counselling skills course, so now have a University Foundation Award.  I just need the twenty-one grand to do the degree now.  So, must find a job and get saving.  Oh yeah, there aren’t any.

I do of course live in hope that by repeatedly going on about how there are no jobs, suddenly loads will appear.  But this is probably tempting fate further I suppose.  Grrr.

I haven’t met a Pauline at the jobcentre yet either.  I keep looking though.