I write this from my bed. Actually it's my sister's bed but I've stolen it for the past week. The bedroom's dark and I can just hear the odd rumble of Sunday nightbuses passing down Oldham Street. I'm the only one in the flat tonight, everything is silent.
The past week has been quite something. I started work in Bolton, for a telesales company. We call other businesses and try to sell them toilet rolls with the idea that 12% of the proceeds go to charity. It's a strange place to work, everybody's quite laid back, and as it's in Bolton rather than Manchester there's a bit of a smalltown mentality to the place and the people who work there, not what I was expecting at all when I first moved up here but it could be alright.
Last week I made two sales on the first day I started which I was pretty pleased with, however I made none the following two days. It's still early though, this week is the crunch week, if I make no sales this week then I'll need to discuss things with the team leader, either work out a way to up my game or leave. The people who work there are a good bunch, the girls are very flirty, very outspoken as well, it might be a northern thing I suppose. As soon as I started there they pounced on me and haven't let up since. There are only two other guys there in their 20s and each of them is going out with someone who works there. There's only one other girl in that little group who's single but she's only 18 which puts me off. I've been acting a bit awkward and shy around them as well so no doubt she wouldn't be interested. That age gap is too big though really. We'll see.
Next week then, crunch week. If I make at least 6 sales over the whole week I'd be happy. The following week is a bank holiday, then I'll work for the Tuesday, then go back to Devon on the Wednesday. It's Dad's birthday on the Thursday so I'm spending a few days down there. Dad is actually in hospital at the moment, he got a chest infection which closed his throat up again so he was taken into hospital by ambulance in the early hours of last Sunday morning. He's hopefully going back home the middle of the coming week. Mum's been home alone since which upset me a little, if this had happened just over a month ago I would have been home to give them a bit of support, it's hard getting used to not being on hand for them but I guess that's the way things work. Very much looking forward to getting back for Dad's birthday because of this anyway. I'm hoping I might be able to hook up with some people from Sainsburys as well, and maybe Matt D for a night out in Bideford. Paul's going to be back the whole time I am, and Kirsty and Dave are visiting for the weekend too, so all in all it'll be a busy week.
After that, job permitting, I shall be house hunting! Are we up to date now? Cool. It's 11pm so I should think about getting some sleep in a moment. Oh yes, I saw Cemetry Junction at the cinema last night, the film Ricky Gervais and Steven Merchant wrote and produced. It was good, very much a smalltown boy wanting to escape to the great wide world kind of film. I love films like that, the Billy Liar scenario. Probably because it's very close to home for me.
The first ever novel I write will be my own version of that story. With an unrequited love thrown in for good measure, there's always an unrequited love in my tales. Art imitating life.
Sunday 25 April 2010
Saturday 17 April 2010
Liverpool// Jobsearch Success// Record Store Day
For about five seconds there I suffered a dilemma, do I write this as one whole blog entry or split it into three? Evidently I went for one, mainly as I don't think I'm going to be writing loads.
The last few days have been a bit alright, if tiring. Matt R contacted me last week saying he was going to attempt a bit of a tour of the north of England, considering he'd hardly ever spent any time out of the south. In this tour he was going to go and visit Liverpool and would I like to join him? Yes was my answer. So on Thursday afternoon, after an interview with a telesales company in Bolton, more of which will come later, I jumped on a train over to the north-west coast.
Pretty much Matt's whole reason for being in Liverpool was to pay tribute to The Beatles, which meant us spending the evening in the Cavern Club and generally bumming around Matthew Street. We went down around 4:00, there was a John Lennon tribute act playing who Matt had caught a couple nights before and hadn't stopped raving about since. Suffice to say he deserved all the praise Matt had heaped on him. He looked and sounded exactly like John and seemed to be able to play any song that was shouted out to him. The venue was filled with typical Beatles tourists, a mix of students who probably came down every single night and tourists from America, Japan and Europe, filming and photographing every inch of the place.
He played until 8pm, at which point myself and Matt wondered down to the Cavern Pub, not to be confused with the Cavern Club, a similarly Beatles inspired venue with a lesser tribute act playing, walls covered in nearly Beatles memorabilia. Here we drank, and drank, and chatted, and drank until 10pm when we made our way back to the Cavern Club. By now the place was packed wall to wall, The Mersey Beatles were playing and it was fantastic, the atmosphere was great, Beatles fans young and old from all around the world having a big singalong, it was great! And that was my evening in Liverpool. Sadly it was a little soured by the man in the Beatles inspired turkish kebab shop only giving me change for a tenner when I gave him twenty and proceeding to insist I'd only given him a tenner, but I let it go. The actual burger wasn't bad.
Next day Matt was supposed to be coming back with me to Manchester, but he decided he had a throat infection so caught the first train back to Bath instead. So a bleary eyed me caught the train back to Manchester alone.
During the day I got a phonecall from the recruitment firm who had arranged my interview the previous day telling me I had the job I'd gone for. It's a telesales job in Bolton. In detail it involves phoning small businesses and asking if they want to buy toilet roll from us. 12% of the money from the toilet rolls goes to charity. Initially I was pleased. But then things begin to creep into my mind, people deciding to tell me at this point that they could never imagine themselves doing telesales, that all telesales people they know have a terrible attitude and just aren't nice people to be around, coupled with the people at the recruitment firm telling me I'd get all the training I need but the people at the actually company saying how they have reservations employing me because I don't have the experience. However the recruitment agency told me the employer had said he liked my attitude, my confidence and the way I carry myself. I guess I just have a massive amount of nerves, it's to be expected seeming though I've been doing a dead-end job for the last 5 years, tucked away in the confines of north devon. It's just about getting myself out there, used to the office atmosphere and more cut-throat, ruthless workplace. I'm all for trying it out and seeing if I can succeed. I start this on Tuesday. There are a couple plus points with this job also, it is currently in Bolton but they're hoping to relocate to central Manchester in the next few weeks so it'll be a perfect location, and also the work hours are only 9.15-4.30, apart from on Friday when it's 9.15-3.30. Plus an hours lunchbreak. With a pretty average wage as well. £12k inititally, going up to £14k after thirteen weeks.
Between you and me I have a little back-up job in the pipeline as well in case that all goes belly up, for a catalogue firm in Manchester as a 'blended sales advisor', basically meaning I'll be taking calls from people wanting to order things and also calling people up who have ordered things previously and trying to get them to buy something else. I have the interview for this job on Monday afternoon. If I'm successful the job doesn't start until the 10th May, so I can give this first one a go with the option of bailing out if I'm too overwhelmed. The second firm is a much bigger firm and they had a lot less emphasis on the need for previous experience. I'll give the first one a go anyway and see what comes of it. I'm confident I can make it happen. Even if I am slightly bluffing it a bit at the moment, if you can bluff the talk, you can bluff the walk, and before you know it the bluff becomes the truth.
By the time last night came around I was whacked. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa whilst Robin Williams told a load of jokes on Channel 4. Woke up at 7.30am, peered out of my window and saw a queue of people lining up outside Piccadilly Records waiting to buy their limited edition Record Store Day releases. I considered joining them but my bed was too comfortable, warm a place to be in so I stayed put. For a while I drifted in and out of sleep, eventually I looked at my watch and it was 11.20am. I felt myself being pulled toward the window to have another look at the queue for the record shop. It was still there but the idea of vinyl I want being inside of that building and me not purchasing it or being a part of it was too strong, so I pulled my clothes on and got out there. After queing for an hour I finally got to the sales counter, give the man a list of what I wanted and he brought back only four of them - Babyshambles Side Of The Road ltd 7", She & Him In The Sun ltd 7", The Futureheads Heartbeat Song signed 7" and Slow Club Yeah So ltd LP, £32 of vinyl joy.
And there we have it, right up to this very minute when I find myself sat alone in the living room of the flat I currently stay in in Manchester city centre. I've been eating so much rubbish the past few weeks, I'm resisting the urge to order myself a Dominos pizza. The sun's out and I've not been making the most of it either. I've even got the blinds down. I'm hoping that me starting work next week will kick-start my urge to do stuff, would be nice to meet a few people through it. It also means I'll be able to find somewhere of my own to live as well which excites me.
Over and pout. x
The last few days have been a bit alright, if tiring. Matt R contacted me last week saying he was going to attempt a bit of a tour of the north of England, considering he'd hardly ever spent any time out of the south. In this tour he was going to go and visit Liverpool and would I like to join him? Yes was my answer. So on Thursday afternoon, after an interview with a telesales company in Bolton, more of which will come later, I jumped on a train over to the north-west coast.
Pretty much Matt's whole reason for being in Liverpool was to pay tribute to The Beatles, which meant us spending the evening in the Cavern Club and generally bumming around Matthew Street. We went down around 4:00, there was a John Lennon tribute act playing who Matt had caught a couple nights before and hadn't stopped raving about since. Suffice to say he deserved all the praise Matt had heaped on him. He looked and sounded exactly like John and seemed to be able to play any song that was shouted out to him. The venue was filled with typical Beatles tourists, a mix of students who probably came down every single night and tourists from America, Japan and Europe, filming and photographing every inch of the place.
He played until 8pm, at which point myself and Matt wondered down to the Cavern Pub, not to be confused with the Cavern Club, a similarly Beatles inspired venue with a lesser tribute act playing, walls covered in nearly Beatles memorabilia. Here we drank, and drank, and chatted, and drank until 10pm when we made our way back to the Cavern Club. By now the place was packed wall to wall, The Mersey Beatles were playing and it was fantastic, the atmosphere was great, Beatles fans young and old from all around the world having a big singalong, it was great! And that was my evening in Liverpool. Sadly it was a little soured by the man in the Beatles inspired turkish kebab shop only giving me change for a tenner when I gave him twenty and proceeding to insist I'd only given him a tenner, but I let it go. The actual burger wasn't bad.
Next day Matt was supposed to be coming back with me to Manchester, but he decided he had a throat infection so caught the first train back to Bath instead. So a bleary eyed me caught the train back to Manchester alone.
During the day I got a phonecall from the recruitment firm who had arranged my interview the previous day telling me I had the job I'd gone for. It's a telesales job in Bolton. In detail it involves phoning small businesses and asking if they want to buy toilet roll from us. 12% of the money from the toilet rolls goes to charity. Initially I was pleased. But then things begin to creep into my mind, people deciding to tell me at this point that they could never imagine themselves doing telesales, that all telesales people they know have a terrible attitude and just aren't nice people to be around, coupled with the people at the recruitment firm telling me I'd get all the training I need but the people at the actually company saying how they have reservations employing me because I don't have the experience. However the recruitment agency told me the employer had said he liked my attitude, my confidence and the way I carry myself. I guess I just have a massive amount of nerves, it's to be expected seeming though I've been doing a dead-end job for the last 5 years, tucked away in the confines of north devon. It's just about getting myself out there, used to the office atmosphere and more cut-throat, ruthless workplace. I'm all for trying it out and seeing if I can succeed. I start this on Tuesday. There are a couple plus points with this job also, it is currently in Bolton but they're hoping to relocate to central Manchester in the next few weeks so it'll be a perfect location, and also the work hours are only 9.15-4.30, apart from on Friday when it's 9.15-3.30. Plus an hours lunchbreak. With a pretty average wage as well. £12k inititally, going up to £14k after thirteen weeks.
Between you and me I have a little back-up job in the pipeline as well in case that all goes belly up, for a catalogue firm in Manchester as a 'blended sales advisor', basically meaning I'll be taking calls from people wanting to order things and also calling people up who have ordered things previously and trying to get them to buy something else. I have the interview for this job on Monday afternoon. If I'm successful the job doesn't start until the 10th May, so I can give this first one a go with the option of bailing out if I'm too overwhelmed. The second firm is a much bigger firm and they had a lot less emphasis on the need for previous experience. I'll give the first one a go anyway and see what comes of it. I'm confident I can make it happen. Even if I am slightly bluffing it a bit at the moment, if you can bluff the talk, you can bluff the walk, and before you know it the bluff becomes the truth.
By the time last night came around I was whacked. I ended up falling asleep on the sofa whilst Robin Williams told a load of jokes on Channel 4. Woke up at 7.30am, peered out of my window and saw a queue of people lining up outside Piccadilly Records waiting to buy their limited edition Record Store Day releases. I considered joining them but my bed was too comfortable, warm a place to be in so I stayed put. For a while I drifted in and out of sleep, eventually I looked at my watch and it was 11.20am. I felt myself being pulled toward the window to have another look at the queue for the record shop. It was still there but the idea of vinyl I want being inside of that building and me not purchasing it or being a part of it was too strong, so I pulled my clothes on and got out there. After queing for an hour I finally got to the sales counter, give the man a list of what I wanted and he brought back only four of them - Babyshambles Side Of The Road ltd 7", She & Him In The Sun ltd 7", The Futureheads Heartbeat Song signed 7" and Slow Club Yeah So ltd LP, £32 of vinyl joy.
And there we have it, right up to this very minute when I find myself sat alone in the living room of the flat I currently stay in in Manchester city centre. I've been eating so much rubbish the past few weeks, I'm resisting the urge to order myself a Dominos pizza. The sun's out and I've not been making the most of it either. I've even got the blinds down. I'm hoping that me starting work next week will kick-start my urge to do stuff, would be nice to meet a few people through it. It also means I'll be able to find somewhere of my own to live as well which excites me.
Over and pout. x
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Jobsearch Blog// What A Difference A Day Makes
After my lull yesterday I found it hard to get out of bed this morning, I literally couldn't make myself move. I stayed lying there, in my pit, on top of a blow up mattress in the corner of my sister's living room, until 12 noon when I thought I best at least try to make an effort. I jumped in the shower, had a bit of a wobble moment whilst listening to a sad song on the radio, blasted it all away with the water from the shower head, and stuck on my suit.
My suit. A story in itself. I bought the suit that I'm currently wearing in TK Maxx two weeks ago now. It was easily the best suit on the railing, I tried it on, absolutely loved it. Got a blue shirt to go with it and a tie. Got home. My sister goes "Oh, a brown suit and a blue shirt, different". Lo and behold, looking at the suit in a clear light, it was brown. A very dark brown but brown all the same. Ever since that moment I've had a battle with my confidence against it. The battle waned a while when I had an interview the day after buying it, where they didn't look twice at it, said I was a great candidate but not quite what they were looking for. Between then and now however, my thoughts on it took another battering. But it's the only suit I currently own and can afford.
So I put the suit on, white Next shirt, dark blue tie, black shoes, black belt and stuck a bit of wax in my hair. Eyed myself up in the mirror, I was actually looking presentable. Feeling a little better about myself I took myself back to the living room and slouched on the sofa until 4.00 came around, when I had an interview with a recruitment agency.
Initially I had a bit of trouble finding the place, I had to ask someone walking past when I was close, thankfully they knew exactly where I was looking for. Went into the building, reported to the reception desk, it was a modern day office building, lots of soft chairs and glass tables in the waiting area, big canvas scenes on the walls of beaches and blue skies, presumably to relax you whilst you're waiting for an appointment. Eventually I was shown upstairs, taken aside into a meeting room by a member of staff, given some forms to fill in and told to wait for the interviewer.
The interview went really well, the lady giving the interview went through my work history, asked what I wanted from a new job, why I left my old one and told me what jobs she wanted to put me forward for. At the end she told me she was very happy with me, she was pleased that I'd called the office to ask about my previous application, saying that many employees on a £64k wage don't even use their initiative to do that, that I was well turned out and appeared to be graduate material! She's putting me forward for both of the roles and I can hope to hear from them in the next couple of days!
To say I was pleased when I left the building is an understatement. In fact I'm sure the mask slipped a little toward the end, I may have seemed a little sloppy and not quite as professional but that was purely out of relief, I'm hoping everything else she saw previously was more than enough for her to consider me as a serious candidate. In fact I'm certain it was. So I left the interview feeling a million times more confident than before. Quite happy with my brown suit and quite happy with my graduate quality self.
Now to sit tight and pray that I hear back from them tomorrow. I have an interview on Friday for a job that I really don't want. It's a front of house position for a company who own office buildings in Manchester. I say front of house, it's more caretaker work. The agency who put me forward for it twisted the term Customer Service when they persuaded me to go for it, but I can see no harm in going along for the interview practice, even if I end up refusing the offer.
Another phenomenon I keep finding is I keep getting calls from 'direct sales' companies, basically door to door sales, who get my CV off of Monster.co.uk. I had one call me just twenty minutes ago, I felt a little chuffed with myself that I outright asked at the end of their call, as they were about to offer me an interview, if they were a door to door sales company. The lady, who did seem really nice and who I felt a little bad about being funny with, said that yes they do have some residential campaigns, so I kindly declined her offer and thanked her for calling.
See, I'm getting used to this job hunting game. Pretty much feeling a bit better in myself as well after all that. Very reluctant to take my suit off right now even. I guess I should though.
My suit. A story in itself. I bought the suit that I'm currently wearing in TK Maxx two weeks ago now. It was easily the best suit on the railing, I tried it on, absolutely loved it. Got a blue shirt to go with it and a tie. Got home. My sister goes "Oh, a brown suit and a blue shirt, different". Lo and behold, looking at the suit in a clear light, it was brown. A very dark brown but brown all the same. Ever since that moment I've had a battle with my confidence against it. The battle waned a while when I had an interview the day after buying it, where they didn't look twice at it, said I was a great candidate but not quite what they were looking for. Between then and now however, my thoughts on it took another battering. But it's the only suit I currently own and can afford.
So I put the suit on, white Next shirt, dark blue tie, black shoes, black belt and stuck a bit of wax in my hair. Eyed myself up in the mirror, I was actually looking presentable. Feeling a little better about myself I took myself back to the living room and slouched on the sofa until 4.00 came around, when I had an interview with a recruitment agency.
Initially I had a bit of trouble finding the place, I had to ask someone walking past when I was close, thankfully they knew exactly where I was looking for. Went into the building, reported to the reception desk, it was a modern day office building, lots of soft chairs and glass tables in the waiting area, big canvas scenes on the walls of beaches and blue skies, presumably to relax you whilst you're waiting for an appointment. Eventually I was shown upstairs, taken aside into a meeting room by a member of staff, given some forms to fill in and told to wait for the interviewer.
The interview went really well, the lady giving the interview went through my work history, asked what I wanted from a new job, why I left my old one and told me what jobs she wanted to put me forward for. At the end she told me she was very happy with me, she was pleased that I'd called the office to ask about my previous application, saying that many employees on a £64k wage don't even use their initiative to do that, that I was well turned out and appeared to be graduate material! She's putting me forward for both of the roles and I can hope to hear from them in the next couple of days!
To say I was pleased when I left the building is an understatement. In fact I'm sure the mask slipped a little toward the end, I may have seemed a little sloppy and not quite as professional but that was purely out of relief, I'm hoping everything else she saw previously was more than enough for her to consider me as a serious candidate. In fact I'm certain it was. So I left the interview feeling a million times more confident than before. Quite happy with my brown suit and quite happy with my graduate quality self.
Now to sit tight and pray that I hear back from them tomorrow. I have an interview on Friday for a job that I really don't want. It's a front of house position for a company who own office buildings in Manchester. I say front of house, it's more caretaker work. The agency who put me forward for it twisted the term Customer Service when they persuaded me to go for it, but I can see no harm in going along for the interview practice, even if I end up refusing the offer.
Another phenomenon I keep finding is I keep getting calls from 'direct sales' companies, basically door to door sales, who get my CV off of Monster.co.uk. I had one call me just twenty minutes ago, I felt a little chuffed with myself that I outright asked at the end of their call, as they were about to offer me an interview, if they were a door to door sales company. The lady, who did seem really nice and who I felt a little bad about being funny with, said that yes they do have some residential campaigns, so I kindly declined her offer and thanked her for calling.
See, I'm getting used to this job hunting game. Pretty much feeling a bit better in myself as well after all that. Very reluctant to take my suit off right now even. I guess I should though.
Monday 12 April 2010
Ever feel like life's passing you by?
I'm surrounded by people who are just sorted. One of them is two and a half years older than me, a physiotherapist, and is preparing to buy her first ever flat. She is currently renting a smart flat in one of the most sought after locations in Manchester.
Another is three years younger than me, working as an administrator in a debt management firm in central Manchester, knows her job inside out, has a degree and is currently planning on moving to London to start a business.
The other is also three years younger than me, is working in customer service for an internet banking company, just been given a promotion within said company, and is also planning to move to London to start this business with the other person.
When they talk between each other they all sound so sorted, they all have direction, living as confident, headstrong, young professionals with a bright, secure future.
Then I look at me. It's not so rosey. I know I'm starting to head in the right direction but even then it's nothing exciting. My current position, homeless, unemployed, looking for any bottom feeder job that will employ me. That's a lie, I'm not looking for minimum wage work, I am worth slightly more than that, but not much more.
I'm feeling low I admit and that's clouding my rationality, but the dreaded curse of the 27th year is starting to sink it's teeth in after just two days. For positivity's sake I will tell you I have an interview tomorrow for a recruitment firm who want to put me forward for two jobs. I then have another interview for a front of house office role on Friday. All of the jobs are £14k roles. When I finally have a job I'll get a flat immediately.
About 2/3 of the worlds population would probably shout me down for being so pathetic I know. The main thing that will set me up is if I go back to uni in january, that will open up a door or two with some luck. I still plan on doing some volunteer work while I'm here as well. It just takes time for things to happen I suppose, and at least I'm trying to make them happen right now.
I guess it's all part of feeling a bit low, I feel like everyone is looking down on me. I compare myself to others too much and feel like they're doing the same to me. I really hope they aren't and I'm just being paranoid.
Enough moping anyway, soon I'll be out of here and back on track anyway, doing my own thing.
Wallowing over, nevermore will you have to suffer this dear Blogosphere.
Another is three years younger than me, working as an administrator in a debt management firm in central Manchester, knows her job inside out, has a degree and is currently planning on moving to London to start a business.
The other is also three years younger than me, is working in customer service for an internet banking company, just been given a promotion within said company, and is also planning to move to London to start this business with the other person.
When they talk between each other they all sound so sorted, they all have direction, living as confident, headstrong, young professionals with a bright, secure future.
Then I look at me. It's not so rosey. I know I'm starting to head in the right direction but even then it's nothing exciting. My current position, homeless, unemployed, looking for any bottom feeder job that will employ me. That's a lie, I'm not looking for minimum wage work, I am worth slightly more than that, but not much more.
I'm feeling low I admit and that's clouding my rationality, but the dreaded curse of the 27th year is starting to sink it's teeth in after just two days. For positivity's sake I will tell you I have an interview tomorrow for a recruitment firm who want to put me forward for two jobs. I then have another interview for a front of house office role on Friday. All of the jobs are £14k roles. When I finally have a job I'll get a flat immediately.
About 2/3 of the worlds population would probably shout me down for being so pathetic I know. The main thing that will set me up is if I go back to uni in january, that will open up a door or two with some luck. I still plan on doing some volunteer work while I'm here as well. It just takes time for things to happen I suppose, and at least I'm trying to make them happen right now.
I guess it's all part of feeling a bit low, I feel like everyone is looking down on me. I compare myself to others too much and feel like they're doing the same to me. I really hope they aren't and I'm just being paranoid.
Enough moping anyway, soon I'll be out of here and back on track anyway, doing my own thing.
Wallowing over, nevermore will you have to suffer this dear Blogosphere.
Sunday 4 April 2010
Relocation // Moved
Now I'm living in Manchester. I may or may not write about things that happen here in here.
Very fortunate to be living on Oldham Street at the moment, kipping on a blow-up mattress in the living room of my sister's flat whilst searching for some kind of job. I'm applying for telesales and customer service call centre jobs mainly but so far I'm coming up against brick walls as I'm being told that I don't have enough office experience. Apparently a year at Tower Hamlets council five years ago doesn't count. It's still early days anyway, I've only been job hunting for a week and actually I've already had one interview.
Starting slowly as far as gigging is concerned, mainly because I don't know anyone up here to go gigging with yet and also, as I'm unemployed, I need to be saving my pennies. Caught Youthmovies at The Deaf Institute a couple Wednesdays ago on their last tour before they split. Tomorrow I have a Pete Doherty gig at Moho Live, though I'm not sure he'll actually turn up for that, the day after Kirsty's band Pebble Ridge have a battle of the bands contest at the Jebez Clegg and the night after that I'm hopefully going to see The Paddingtons.
Right, currently I'm watching an episode of Friends, I've spent the whole of Easter Sunday sat on this couch surfing the net, listening to some albums I downloaded, notably The Futureheads - The Chaos, Dum Dum Girls - I Will Be, MGMT - Congratulations and Peggy Sue - Phantoms and Other Fossils. Just had myself a double chicken fillet burger and chips from the chippy downstairs, now gonna stop typing, put my feet up and continue watching tele until I feel tired enough to sleep.
Very fortunate to be living on Oldham Street at the moment, kipping on a blow-up mattress in the living room of my sister's flat whilst searching for some kind of job. I'm applying for telesales and customer service call centre jobs mainly but so far I'm coming up against brick walls as I'm being told that I don't have enough office experience. Apparently a year at Tower Hamlets council five years ago doesn't count. It's still early days anyway, I've only been job hunting for a week and actually I've already had one interview.
Starting slowly as far as gigging is concerned, mainly because I don't know anyone up here to go gigging with yet and also, as I'm unemployed, I need to be saving my pennies. Caught Youthmovies at The Deaf Institute a couple Wednesdays ago on their last tour before they split. Tomorrow I have a Pete Doherty gig at Moho Live, though I'm not sure he'll actually turn up for that, the day after Kirsty's band Pebble Ridge have a battle of the bands contest at the Jebez Clegg and the night after that I'm hopefully going to see The Paddingtons.
Right, currently I'm watching an episode of Friends, I've spent the whole of Easter Sunday sat on this couch surfing the net, listening to some albums I downloaded, notably The Futureheads - The Chaos, Dum Dum Girls - I Will Be, MGMT - Congratulations and Peggy Sue - Phantoms and Other Fossils. Just had myself a double chicken fillet burger and chips from the chippy downstairs, now gonna stop typing, put my feet up and continue watching tele until I feel tired enough to sleep.
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