GIVE ME A JOB!

Hello again, how are you? Nice weather today isn’t it? Was a little overcast yesterday and a sneaky wind.

OK enough small talk.

So I’m still looking for a job, a proper full time one that is. I am having growing concerns about how I’m going to pay for everything for the summer, mainly the holiday but also lots of other little things. I’ve handed my CV around town and I’m sure I’ve applied for around 70 different jobs online now since I got here… most of which have been rejected outright, or my CV is being ‘kept on file’, whatever that means. Who has ever been offered a job after having their CV ‘kept on file’ for months?

I honestly didn’t think that this recession malarky had affected me much, but it is SERIOUSLY difficult to get a job.

Of course it would be much easier if I could just win a load of money from somewhere. Thankfully things never get to starvation/homelessness levels thanks to the unwavering generosity of my Financial Advisor at the Bank Of Pops, which has reported its biggest losses to date and lowest residual funds for a long time and yet STILL grants emergency loans and credit top-ups on completion of the usual application. Only a small amount of coercion persuasion needed. Now it’s even easier to apply, either online or via SMS – decision within hours! For large amounts of credit, unashamed begging and sham repayment plans may be necessary.

Of course the ultimate aim is to be independent from the Bank Of Pops, but that doesn’t look likely this year. I’m still at uni til this time next year – but results for what I’ve got so far are pleasing anyway. The ultimate question is what to do with my life AFTER uni. Having a degree doesn’t seem to make *that* much of a difference to job hunting… except for graduate schemes. That’s the way to go I think. I’d love to move to London and work for someone like Iris. I’ve also always longed to go back to France… somewhere south this time. For like a year. That would be immense. But will only be possible after I’ve graduated, and will only be worth it if I end up fluent. I’d have to go deep into the countryside probably. But I don’t want to milk cows or work 50 hour weeks or something. I could be an au pair, I’m well good with kids. Anyway…

I’m working tonight, I’ll have to set off early to find a car parking space or else I might get towed away again – that would be absolutely NOT COOL.

I had so much I wanted to blog about but I’ve been distracted now so I’ll go and possibly carry on tomorrow.

Keep your fingers crossed someone offers me an amazing perfect job for loads of money. Until then, it’s bar work, Bank of Pops, and then eBay desperation, in that order.

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Summer’s coming…

Another sunny (but still a bit chilly) day! I’ve had the window open all morning, although I am still under a quilt.

I swear I’m the absolute worst procrastinator in the world – how do I ever get anything done? Oh wait, that’s right. I don’t :-p

I wish I could win the lottery, because then I could do away with all of this stressing and do what I wanted. I’m sure everyone’s decided what they’d do if they won the lottery… how bad is it that mine really depends on how much I won? Because yeah, one million sounds a lot, but you couldn’t do *everything* you wanted with it. I think 600 million would be better, because then you truly would have more money than sense, and at least in your lifetime you wouldn’t have to worry about money again. Plus remember, I’ve got a big family and loads of friends who I’d sort out too. You can’t do all of that with one million. OK, compromise. 20 million. Maybe, 50.

Anyway, of course, I’ve already decided what I’d do with it – stuff for *me* you understand. Yes I’d sort everyone else out too but what would they need? And… where does it stop? You can’t buy one friend a car and then not the other. Hmm. They say mo money mo problems, I think what it really means is, more money, bigger problems. Zillionaires don’t worry about how to pay their mobile phone bill this month. I suppose, what you’d have to do is, get people to submit to you what they needed and why. Or you could wait til it was their birthday. Hmmm difficult.

Maybe the best thing to do would be to keep it a secret as much as possible. But I am pretty terrible at that. People would wonder where the Gallardo Superleggera came from – ‘what? this old thing? oh I traded Growler in and got a good deal.’ Yeah right. Actually I would never get rid of Growler. I’d just have the lambo for weekends.

I’d build a big mansion somewhere in the north, Lancashire or Cheshire or somewhere. It would be Pops’ house, but there would be enough room for all of us and our friends. We’d have a separate outbuilding for parties and stuff, with a bar and an awesome soundsystem. Underground we’d have a swimming pool and a cellar. Games room for the boys and a spa room for the girls. It’d be built out of lots of natural materials… stone and lots of wood. We’d have a large residential wind turbine and solar panels, and underground heating. I’d have a massive garden, and employ someone full time to make it beautiful, with fountains and lots of places for the local wildlife. There would be an area for farmyard animals too, a few pigs and chickens, and goats for Pops. Naturally I’d have lots of cats.

We’d all have a room at home but we could live in one of the many apartments our family company owned. We could go on holidays around the world and take our friends to remote islands for amazing parties.

There are only 2 things you could never buy… time, and health. Of course you’d have more time if you weren’t working, but I bet you’d have just as many commitments, to charity stuff, family and friends and making sure everything was secure. The inner circle would become tighter than ever, to make sure nobody was taking advantage of us because of our wealth – I think we’d have it right though. Still would be difficult to trust.

How much do you reckon all that lot would cost then? More than a mil

Although I wouldn’t say no to a million.

In fact I wouldn’t say no to a tenner right now. Hmph.

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