Following this incident yesterday, I received a phone call today in response to this job that my stand-in Jobcentre advisor gently 'made' me a apply for over a week ago. It was my first proper 'job hunt' with an advisor (it involved a rushed, light glance over some roles I could vaguely do and two presses of the 'print' button).
Obviously, I thought there was no chance of a response by this point. However, I was wrong and I have been invited for an interview on Tuesday for the role of marketing coordinator.
Oh dear. I'm glad of this opportunity, but unfortunately I have a simultaneous feeling that it's not really 'me', as a friend of mine put it. It's not the field I want to be in, although it's one I may just barely be capable of.
But when you have to pay for bills, rent, council tax, food, broadband, contact lenses, gym membership and Christmas and you have a man asking you every week or so what you've been doing with all of your time, I guess that what you want and what you need are two very different things.
Wish me luck! And thanks to the karma charity bucket in the ASDA.
YAC.
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