Our fearless hero trawls through yet another week of job applications, interviews and countless rejection notices, also accruing a level-up giving him an ability of Travel Betwixt Perth & Bunbury +3 (including such familiarity with several routes that he is now able to complete the journey blindfolded with one arm tied behind his back while in a coma).
I’m beginning to get just a *teensy* bit tired of this job hunting thing, I’m almost at the point where I’m thinking I should do something different entirely. Of course I have no idea what, but hey, it’s a work in progress. I’d just like to be doing something a little more satisfying than writing letters and applications all day that will just end up in a wastebasket somewhere, I mean it’s not even fair on the poor trees that are going to waste in the process, it’s just such a destructive process. There are just so many things right now that are lined up for me but are hinging on me being employed, it’s somewhat frustrating when I let it get to me, so I try not to. It’s been about four months now give or take a couple of planetary revolutions, and while on one hand time flies and it’s relatively nothing in the ultimate scheme of things, on the other, it’s a long time. It’s 1.5% of my entire lifetime to date. If my life were a day, I’d have spent over 20 minutes doing this stuff. To put it simply, it’s a monumental waste of time.
Of course I can’t just turn around and say “Aha! Well, no more job appliactions then.”, that would be fruitless and wouldn’t improve my situation by any stretch of the imagination. So the alternative then lies in changing something about what I am doing, like doing what I already do, but dressed as Bobo the Clown… well, not like that at all really, but you know what I’m getting at. It’s all well and good to talk about doing something though, and another thing entirely to actually do it. The best laid plans are still only plans. Don’t get me wrong, I mean I do have plans… I’m just not one to often talk of them.
In the meantime however, I do have to keep up this farcical existence to survive financially and I still intend to endure the illusion that I can manage to scrounge up a job in a field in some way loosely related to what I did a degree in (the reasons for which are questionable) for at least a little while longer. But my fuse is getting rather short, and so the days in which I intend to keep up this bland subsistence have suddenly become numbered.