The days just fly by.
Except of course, they don't.
I recently read an article about a long distance swimmer who swam from Land's end to John O'groats. The bit that caught my attention was when he described how he managed the boredom. He would segment the time into chunks, that way he wouldn't have to think about the distance he had left to swim.
And I recognised that as how I deal with the days here. It's not as if you can spend the whole day on Jobsearch. Once you have exhausted the websites that cover the kinds of jobs you are looking for, how do you fill the rest of the day?
The answer is epic clockwatching.
Oh look, it's 10am, only 6 more hours til home time. Then 5 then 4 etc. Of course there is always other websites to look at, but the huge majority of these are blocked at the servers (as are the proxies).
I suppose I could run up massive bills on my phone (from which I type this, by the way), but one of the major problems with being unemployed/slave is the lack of money.
So yes, I guess one skill I could now add to my cv is boredom management, tho I very much doubt many employers would be pleased to see that there...
Friday, December 12, 2014
Monday, December 01, 2014
They pile it on...
the pressure that is. The nightmare that is Seetec continues.
Today I was told that rather than allowing me a brief respite (not having to attend on Thursday mornings), I am now here 9 til 4, 5 days a week. They don't count lunch breaks (unlike pretty much every real job I have ever had) so this only adds up to 30 hours/week.
For me, those few hours on Thursday mornings allowed me to decompress a little, it took the edge off what was almost unbearable.
There is a strange feeling of being trapped at the same time as feeling pushed into doing something that would allow them to sanction me.
I can only pray that I get the job I interviewed for last week, because the alternative is too horrendous to contemplate.
Today I was told that rather than allowing me a brief respite (not having to attend on Thursday mornings), I am now here 9 til 4, 5 days a week. They don't count lunch breaks (unlike pretty much every real job I have ever had) so this only adds up to 30 hours/week.
For me, those few hours on Thursday mornings allowed me to decompress a little, it took the edge off what was almost unbearable.
There is a strange feeling of being trapped at the same time as feeling pushed into doing something that would allow them to sanction me.
I can only pray that I get the job I interviewed for last week, because the alternative is too horrendous to contemplate.
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