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Jobsearch Thoughts

Short update before I talk about my jobsearch: I meditated yesterday and today, I felt better, stuff got done – at least yesterday. Today I haven’t been quite so productive.

It’s been about 9 months since I left uni, and only in the past few weeks have I really been well enough to think about looking for a job. So I started looking – wrote a CV, a few sample covering letters, and starting sending off applications to various admin-type jobs – mostly because I’m pretty qualified for them and those sorts of jobs are good for reliable, part-time work.* I’m definitely not up for full-time work just yet.

I’ve only just realised a problem: what if I get called for an interview?

Problem the first: I have no interview clothes.

This one isn’t totally insoluble – my plan was to bike up to asda and grab a pair of black slacks and a smart top – with all the money I totally don’t have because I’m on JSA and Kaitlyn** is on ESA and that’s all the money we have for food and bills and there’s pretty much nothing left over.

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I’ve got this smart black-and-grey dress which looks sortof like this in shape and length, which I could wear with some smart black shoes, but I’ve no idea if that sort of thing’s acceptable.

Problem the Second is make-up. It’s pretty much expected that a woman will wear makeup to an interview, and if someone’s skintone can be called “unprofessional”, my somewhat blotchy, occasionally blemished face pretty much fits the bill. I’m not doing myself any favours, at least in a professional setting. The rest of the time I prefer to look as androgynous as I can, so I don’t wear any – and thus I don’t own any that I’ve bought recently.

I’m willing to shove some on to improve my chances of being hired – as far as I can tell I’m one of those people best summed up by the phrase “scrubs up well” – but this is another expense. And buying foundation is *hard* (I have enough of the rest to make do, really – eyeliner and eyeshadow keep well). Walking around with a yellow/orange mask on my face is not going to help things any.

I think part of the reason I’m worrying about my appearance is so that I don’t have to worry about, you know, everything else. I’ve never been to a formal interview (despite having had two jobs) and the whole going to work to actually support myself financially has never been something I’ve had to do before. So if I worried about those things, I’d likely curl up in a corner and hide or something.

Well. I’ve started meditating again and I’m back on my excellent anxiety meds***. That’s probably a better start to a jobsearch than a new pair of slacks. Wish me luck.

Ninja hugs,

Roisin
*part-time work with bizarre changing shifts would probably send me into an early grave. 

** my lovely girlfriend, who lives at prettypsychoshy.wordpress.com. 

***Yes, I quit them for a bit. Yes, it was a stupid idea.