It's taken me ages to post. Not because of laziness, I'm proud to say, but because zero internet, unpacking boxes, and overproductivity. Is that even a word? Oh, forget it. I don't even know what day it is right now.
I've been interviewing for jobs left and right, and meeting people and shaking hands and hearing about how great I am. I'm exhausted. It's flattering to have people rave about me, but the amount of interviews required to land a job are enormous. First Round, Second Round, Third Round, Maybe Round, Hmm Let Me Think Some More Round, I Need You To Meet Some Of My Colleagues Round, I Think You'd Be Amazing Round... you get the picture. Selling oneself isn't easy (not in the prostitute way, don't get the wrong idea, although I'm sure it's exhausting to conduct what is essentially a naked job interview).
I'm not used to repeating to people over and over again about how I'm so great and so amazing and how much I love my job. But I use a tactic in the first 15 minutes of an interview to make it less painful: I'm literally telling people "Listen, I'm fantastic at what I do. I'm not someone who spouts bullshit to people, I love the industry that I work in, I'm very honest with people, and I'm good for a drink and a laugh. It's that easy. I won't bore you with any fancy talk." It sounds arrogant, but it works. Every time. I'm lucky that I'm tall and can be imposing in 4-inch heels, so I can get my point across and my foot in the door (literally. I'm a US 9, which is big for a girl, I know). And I have a husband who has a brilliant reputation in the same industry, so we feed eachother inspiration now and again. Anyway, it's an adventure to say the least, and if all else fails, I'll join the circus.
The other thing that's preventing me from writing is that we don't have the internet set up in our new flat (I love saying that. Yes, we found a home, and it's dreamy). Funny, I never used to care when I was living in New York, as I had the computer at work and I could always use it if I need to do anything online. Didn't need it at home and quite liked the feeling of disappearing into a non-electronic world after work. However, not having a job yet means I don't have easy access to internet if I need to contact someone about a job, or do any banking online, so it's a bit frustrating. The mister is so busy at his job that we barely have time to spend together, let alone discuss house stuff, so neither of us feel like we can get organized. Maybe that's why unpacking things in our place makes me feel like at least something is getting sorted. I think I'm a person with Procrastinative ODD- my own word that basicaly means I like to organize things but I have to "feel" the moment to do it, otherwise I just leave it to another day.
Speaking of leaving it to another day, this post has languished in the "Drafts" box for too long. I'm going to publish as is... and start another one in a moment.
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