I am struggling with my perfectionist tendencies again. I wanted this blog to be an extension of my paper diary, but the knowledge that Actual People are reading, is freaking me out a little. That, combined with the utter fabulousness of the blogs I’ve been reading, creates a pressure that is not conducive to writing anything even vaguely entertaining/honest/inspiring.
Also, my days are a constant battle between my desire to stay in bed and eat biscuits and the need to spend hours looking for a job. None of which makes for entertaining blog fodder. Current stats stand at 61 jobs applications in, very few responded to, and one successful phone interview. Existential angst has been strong today, following a family wedding at the weekend. There were new people, and with new people comes the question “What do you do?”. Which is fun to answer when the truth is “Well, I had a pretty good job which used my BSc and my MSc, and paid pretty well. But then I got fired for misconduct and am now applying and being rejected for jobs which pay half my previous salary and whose advertisers can’t spell the word ‘rapport’. Anyway, how about you?”.
Sigh. Like I say, not entertaining or cheerful blog fodder, but I had to put something on the blank page.