So I Had a Somewhat Surreal Weekend

I thought the job interview went ok on Friday, but I was honestly expecting the ‘Sorry but you didn’t get the job’ phone call on Monday.  What I wasn’t expecting was the ‘You got the job’ phone call first thing Saturday morning.  I popped in yesterday to confirm accepting the job, and sort when I’m starting and everything.  And then I popped to the Jobcentre to tell them.  I still kind of half expect to wake up and find this is a dream or something.  It was my first interview after all.  In over a year of job hunting.  But it seems this is indeed real.  And as of Friday next week, I shall be working for money.  Instead of claiming Jobseeker’s.  And that is such a nice feeling.  I really can’t wait to get everything sorted with the Jobcentre next week.  I can’t wait to get settled in to the new job.  I can’t wait to get on with this next stage of my life.  I can only hope that this means things are finally going to get better.  At the very least people will stop looking down on me for wanting to be a mother now I’m in ‘honest’ employment.  Though I’m still mystified as to how people cannot see motherhood as some kind of job.  And yes, I am aware that I’m not working as a mother when The Child’s at school.  Hence the wanting to get a job.  But still.  Some people do confuse me.

I’m still a bit disappointed I never met a Pauline though.

So Today Wasn’t too Scary

After spending all morning worrying, I attended my first ever job interview.  I think it went well.  That isn’t to say I think the job’s mine, just that I managed not to act like a complete idiot, came across as a somewhat normal and sane person, and hopefully managed to convey my genuine desire to get this job.  Things going in my favour are the fact that of many applicants I am one of a few who are happy to work part-time hours.  My CV was apparently well presented, and shows me as being bright and intelligent.  I have no issues with getting childcare around the hours I would be working.  I looked presentable I think (Though it was incredibly windy today so I’ve no idea what the hair must have looked like).  And I’m wanting a nice stable, permanent job.  So, I guess it just depends on who I’m up against really.  Fingers crossed.  It would be so lovely if I could get this job, but in all honesty I am expecting the rejection call on Monday.  Still, my experience of interviews is not too bad now.  I can do them.  I can act sane for a reasonable length of time. 

Though I am totally guaranteed to panic again the next time I get an interview.

So I Shouldn’t Get too Excited Yet I Suppose . . .

But I’ve got a job interview!  After over a year of looking for a job I finally get an interview!  Of course, plenty of other people will be being interviewed too.  I probably won’t even get it.  But I actually have an interview.  And it’s this week!  And now I can start to panic.  But it is only a waitressing job.  But the hours are as ideal as I’m going to get.  And I wanted a waitressing job for now too as I’ve done plenty of that in the past.  Oh how gutted will I be if I stuff this up.  But given how badly I want this job maybe I won’t do too badly.  I think I managed to sound more or less sane on the phone as well.  Woohoo!  And even if I don’t get it, I’ll have interview experience.  And perhaps this is just the boost I need to make me more determined to find something.  Oh please please please.  I so want this job.  I need this job.  I will do everything I can to ensure I get this job. 

What on earth do I wear?  Eek.

Mental Block

So, I have finally remembered to update my CV.  At last.  I want to upload it to the Universal Jobmatch website.  The problem is I need to think up a title for it.  They advise using my skills or something as a title.  The problem is I have no skills that I am aware of.  Of course I think this right now because I’m going through a really low phase again, but that’s not the point.  So far the best idea I can come up with is ‘Desperate, will do anything for money’, but I can’t put that.  And of course I’m not remotely serious about putting that.  But it’s how I’m beginning to feel.  I have to sign on again tomorrow.  Again I have to give a list of random jobs I’ve applied for with absolutely no hope of success.  I’m not flexible enough.  I don’t drive.  I don’t have the relevant experience.  At least anyone having a CV lobbed at them now will know I’m currently volunteering at one of my local charity shops.  I have a recent reference now.  Woohoo.  But this CV title thing?  I’ve been trying to come up with something all evening.  I am so crap at selling myself.  Grrr.  I wonder if just putting down ‘Waitress’ would do.  It doesn’t really do much in the way of letting anyone know about my non-existent skills.  And I’ve been advised to downplay the whole having a degree thing given the type of menial jobs I’m looking for.  It’s something I am proud of though, even if I probably won’t ever use it.  Hooray for the benefits trap.

So, if anyone comes across a CV titled ‘Desperate, will do anything for money’, it just might be me out there.