Showing posts with label interviews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label interviews. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Told you so.

As I mentioned in my last post, I was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the train going down to London. I also noted that by praising the service I had undoubtedly jinxed all future travel. I was right. There were no seat reservations due to a printer fault, the wi-fi didn't work and we eventually arrived about half an hour late. I'm on the train again today and the printer fault obviously hasn't been rectified so it's another free-for-all with the seats. When will I learn to keep my big gob shut?

As for the job hunt, I passed the entrance exam and have been offered a place on the NCTJ course so I'm treating that as my insurance policy if nothing else comes up. I'm off on another jaunt, stopping in Canterbury and Oxford. I'll soon be able to get the travelogue/mileage report that was a part of the original Yosser Hughes blog.

Monday, 14 January 2008

Weekly Summary

So, the blog is a few days old and the hunt itself has been going on since before Christmas. Planned to post a daily summary of the jobs I'd applied for, the responses I'd received etc, but spent the weekend in true dole monkey style: getting drunk and watching crap TV. That being the case, it'll have to be a summary of all the jobs I've applied for up until now.

According to a couple of the websites I've registered on I've applied for twenty jobs. I've also applied for at least another half dozen by direct emails/letters, or through the company's websites, so I'd say I'm probably sitting at around thirty applications so far. Responses? Maybe three or four of the usual ones, i.e thanks but no thanks, and a few automated confirmation mails. As for interviews, I've heard rumours of their existence but I'm yet to be convinced. Everyone keeps telling me that something will turn up and I agree with them, but I'm worried that that something will involve sitting in a call centre trying not to tell the Great British Public to go fuck themselves. Chin up.