Tough Day at the Office

So after 7 months on the buroo, countless knock-backs from prospective employers, endless hassles with housing benefit, interviews that were nothing but a waste of time and a dwindling back account, that's right, I've finally found a job. It was a shock to me too.

It wasn't easy finding it. A burst of activity on the job market, where I applied for 91 jobs in 12 days did the trick. So aye, right-wing radio phone-in jocks 'there's jobs out there if you look for them'. If you look at every single one of them every single day until someone lets you have one.

Two days in and surprisingly I've not found (much) to complain about. Like everyone else who suffered from the same redundancy axe as myself I've now got a better job, better money, better working conditions, I'm working for a better company and have a more rewarding day than I ever could have dreamed of at my previous employer.

Of course since I started I've done nothing but bat away phone calls and e-mails from other agencies asking me to speak to them about jobs. Yet I could barely get anyone to return my calls from May to November.

Much as I enjoyed having the time off, I'm relieved to have discovered that I'm not unemployable after all. I had months of people saying, 'Something will turn up,' and I would say, 'You know, I'm not so sure.'

So anyway it's back to going to the cinema in the evenings when it's crowded, getting up in the dark, moaning about holidays, moaning about pay, listening to people who get paid more than you moan about pay. Aye, it's good to be back.