As my friend most eloquently notes, I ought to be working. I’m not currently working because, despite several millennia spent applying for, chasing and wishing for a new one, jobs are currently proving to be a little elusive.
I’ve had some more interviews which is always reassuring but, as of now, they’re not translating into offers or contracts. There is more than one that I’m keeping my fingers firmly crossed for, because they both really appeal. I hope it’s mutual.
However, that leaves me with the constant dilemma of, what should I do with my time? Unlike the same friend, I don’t have a deadline to work to. If you haven’t read his story, come September he’s slinking back into the mire of student life to further qualify himself to watch daytime TV and stand atop his soapbox in the pub on a Friday evening. I shall look forward to further opportunities to enjoy at least one of those with him. Daytime TV isn’t it.
But, I digress. I don’t have that luxury, for now. I can’t say “OK, you have one week, two weeks, a few day to make the most of this free time so shut down your PC and get out there and just enjoy it!” I have spent some time with the kids, my husband or by myself but, during the working week, it still feels like I’m playing hookie and will get caught and reprimanded for that sort of slovenly behaviour.
Or worse, I won’t be available when the job that’s been hunting me down comes knocking and I miss out – even though, should that situation arise, I’m more than certain that employer would wait a few hours for my return.
As of right now, I have a cheque to pay into the bank and a couple of items to return to a store in town. But I’m putting it off, just in case.
I have a stack of books to read and downloads to review, I have music to listen to and cakes to bake. Instead I sit here scrolling through recruitment sites, calling agencies and chasing interviews.
I just have to remind myself, as I am constantly reminded by friends, that something will happen eventually.
Moon Landings 
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