Damn it feels good to be a gangster....

I am now 2 and a half months away from unemployment and i'll be honest panic is beginning to set in.

I am finding myself agonising over the vicious circle of getting up and going to work every single day when I know that if I didn't turn up I don't think anyone would notice. I have applied for a mountain of jobs and as yet think i've only had replies from 3!! I actually went on a website today for Reed recruitment which, next to each job on offer, tells you how many people have applied for it. Now, what i will tell you here is that this does NOT instill you with any kind of confidence when embarking on the daunting task of finding post-redundancy work...oh no...for one job only there were 347 applicants!!!

This is a worry.

I increasingly believe that no one reads application forms and they just pick the contestants out of a hat or maybe pick the one's that sound like they might be HOT.
Dunno....

Anyway, my tactics have changed slightly and as "R" day draws ever closer I have started to apply for Christmas temp jobs in shops. I like shops. I worked in them for a very very long time and I actually think I would really enjoy working in one again. The crack is good and your days go a lot faster if you get to interact with people and don't just sit behind a desk. However, maybe I'm too old to be a Christmas temp, they'll all be hanging around the tea room talking about Lady Gaga and Laroux and I'll be outside smoking and listening to Stevie Wonder. Yes I can still kick it...but can I still kick it?? If you know what I mean. I'll be an almost 30 year old woman chillin with 17 year old emo kids discussing the merits of Fall Out Boy.

To be fair, this might not actually happen cos one of the shops I've applied to is Collectables. Ahhh Collectables - home to Lilliputt figures and Radley Bags. I can converse with collegues about wool and Barker and Stonehouse furniture. I may be turning into Mark Corrigan.
Balls!

Anyway I guess we'll see what happens but i'm crossing both fingers to get the job working in the sorting office for Royal mail where I can pretend I'm Buddy in Elf!