When I moved to London, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ripe for adventure. Whenever anyone asked “How is the job hunt going?” I would respond with optimistic glee, confirming that I knew that the market was tough, but I was enjoying the break and I wasn’t getting stressed about it a I was getting great feed back from recruiters and I was CERTAIN, gosh darn it, that I would get a job soon (*wink*smile*teeth glistening*).
That attitude lasted for nearly 4 weeks.
Then my laptop died, my tenant in Australia started sending me screwy emails, and Barclays bicycles broke my heart. And with the weight of my first-world problems on my shoulders, I was starting to feel defeated, and being unemployed started to bite.
For the last week or so, the days of my life could be summed up as follows:
So for now, I sit in my flat in my flannel jim-jams, watching Man vs Food for the 7th time this week, trawling the internet for jobs, cursing the Recruiter Gods and yet waiting by the phone for their call like a battered wife.
~ From Recruit Me! (22.03.12)
Suffice to say, I was feeling a little bit frustrated. And deflated. And searching for a new direction in life.
I have an abundance of checkered shirts. Perhaps it’s time to consider bartending.
~ From Recruit Me! (22.03.12)
Don’t get me wrong; I don’t think there is anything wrong with bartending. You get to be around booze, it’s a great opportunity to meet new and interesting people, and you don’t have to wear a suit! But really, I am not that similar to Nick from New Girl. Sure, we both have designer stubble, have an upside down smile and, yes, a penchant for checkered shirts. And I have known to be “gruff” on the odd occasion (the exact description was actually “the Grinch” to be precise).
However, unlike Nick I actually finished my law degree and I am not hopelessly hung up on my ex-girlfriends (for obvious reasons). I also don’t have Zooey Deschenal as a flat mate to give meaning to my life.
Where the hell am I going with this?
Literally 2 minutes after pressing “publish” on my post, I received a telephone call from a recruiter. She had a job and she wanted to know if I was free to work. Being the incredibly calm, cool and collected cat that I am, I very quickly answered, “Yes, yes, for the love of Goooooooooooooood YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
And then something else happened. 2 hours later I received a telephone call from another recruiter. She also had a job and wanted to know if I could start work the next day.
And then this morning, while ironing my blue shirt ready for my new job, I received another call from another recruiter asking about another job that I had applied for in February.
But I have just taken a week-long assignment, starting today?
Say what? They can fit around me? And the contract is for 10 months?
But I am going to Spain in July to see Radiohead (shut up, Andrew, are youtrying to screw this up!)
They can work around my holidays?
Well, I guess I’ll interview then. If they really want me too.
And so it seems that with a simple blog post, the Recruitment Gods have felt my wrath and left them quivering in their boots and throwing job opportunities my way!
Okay sure, I talk a lot of smack, but at the end of the day I have one short-term temp job and a possible interview. But still, you can’t dispute the timing…
Recruiter Gods: don’t mess with the upside-down smile!
Wish me luck!