Is ten too many?

it’s better with the sound

Between creating a more “British” CV, trying to learn a new language (seriously, WTF is an “Accounts Assistant”?), and trying to decide what the proper salary range is, I’m going fucking NUTS.

Using my earlier decision to “fling stuff” as a basis for my job search, I’ve been pretty much just looking at the job description and seeing if my experience is a match. A lot of them are blind ads from recruiters, but that may work in my favour for the job search. It’s guaranteed to fuck me with NH unemployment. (They don’t like staffing agencies, but how the hell am I supposed to find a job if everything I’m qualified for is through a staffing agency? Suck it, NH. That’s a legit job application.)

Ten CVs are out in the world today, (and yes, I’m using the term CV to differentiate it from my American resume if only in my head) so hopefully one of them leads to something. It just sucks that a lot of these employers ask if you need to be sponsored/need a work visa to be qualified for the job. I don’t know how that affects my chances, but there has to be SOMEONE out there who needs a damn good accountant, and doesn’t care that I’m coming from the US.

Shit. I’ll pay to relocate myself. I was going to move over there any way until I found out they took away the visa I could have used.

One random fact that I find very amusing is that I worked for this company that had a really small sales office in the UK (2 sales guys, everything else was handled in the US) and Martin, the UK guy I worked with the most, made fun of me always writing my dates in the American style. Because of him, I started doing dd/mm/yyyy to the point where I have to think about doing it the “right” way here. Generally, I just write it out: 3 October 2013, but when I have to do mm/dd/yyyy it screws me up.

I’ve been doing it for YEARS and it actually helped me fill out a lot of the UK applications. It sounds stupid, but having to go back and change the dates to the UK format every.single.time. would have gotten old very quickly.

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That job I interviewed for - the one I didn’t think I was qualified for? I’ve had three different recruiters call me on it.

Guess I’m not as unqualified as I thought I was.

It just scares me that they have SO MANY people working on it. The recruiter I got the interview through had seven people there yesterday. SEVEN. How many have other recruiters sent on? How many applied directly through the website?

The opportunities this job will afford me make it my number one choice if I’m stuck in the US.

I don’t want to think I’ve lost it before I’ve been invited for the second interview, but I refuse to get excited about something where there are so many applicants being interviewed.

I do not think the odds are in my favour.

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Big day in CT tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing an old friend and giving Logan his sweater.

Of course, my debit card was compromised, so I can’t use it in my travels. I have another, from another bank, but I haven’t set it up. I guess I should now.

*sigh*

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By the way, I showered and put on pants again.

Even if I hadn’t looked for work in the UK, today would still have been a success.

*grin*

No. More. Excuses.

the white shirt of seduction…

I’m going to focus my job searching efforts on the UK today.

Despite my burning desire to finally suck it up and do it, I’m terrified.

Abso-fucking-lutely terrified.

But it’s time.

For whatever reason, I’ve given myself different goals to achieve by my 40th birthday… and I’ve let most of them go. (Building the camp on the land was the hardest. Buying a BMW probably isn’t going to happen judging from the hole we’re digging…)

Except for London. I don’t want to give up on that.

So… here we go. Fingers crossed!

 

But it’s what I want!

my fucking heart just broke into a zillion pieces

Had an interview today where they were looking for someone with cost/manufacturing/inventory experience.

I have none of that. I’m not even sure why I was presented for the position…

But I want to be a cost accountant. To do that, I need manufacturing and inventory experience.

It’s a vicious fucking circle, ain’t it?

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Got this in my email today:

Hi jankins,

I’ve eventually got your new note about the meeting on this week end. I perhaps might not be in a position to can come this time because of work load in work place.

Just in case you are planning for a meetup then inform me I most certainly will be almost completely free because my task is finishing in three to four days.

Give my love to the little children right from my side.

See ya.

Now, I’m even getting Tammy Jankins’ spam.

Brilliant. (At least it was relatively amusing.)

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While I’m making fun of other people’s command - or lack thereof - of the English language, I have to poke fun at myself.

Yesterday’s interview went relatively well, but when I wrote about it in the paper journal, I wrote that, “I misunderestimated the amount I needed to prep for that interview.”

Mis-fucking-underestimated.

What the everloving fuck is wrong with me?!? At least I didn’t say it during an interview.

*sigh*

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Life goes on. And the earth continues to spin around the sun. I think.

(My favorite line from Sherlock fits here nicely: “Oh hell, what does it matter?! So we go round the sun - if we went round the moon or… round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference.”)

I get up, I put on pants, I feed myself… every day is a victory.

I can live with that.

Beverly! Beverly! BEVERLY!

he’s touching me, jawn. save me, jawn

Just watched - for the 8 billionth time - the unaired Sherlock BBC pilot. There’s so much more I love about it than the one that actually aired, even though it’s a half hour shorter than the aired one.

They joke on tumblr that after seeing the original version, the decision was made to make it “less gay”.

Personally, I think when they made it an hour and a half long, they put in more opportunities for the intense eye sex between the two men.

But that’s just me.

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I’m having a pretty good run - two recruiters and three companies have / will interview me by the end of tomorrow. I passed up an interview, too.

It hurt to pass up that interview… it was for a state college with a good business program and one of the perks was free tuition.

Unfortunately, the amount of the pay cut I had to endure didn’t make the tuition savings a decent trade off.

Besides… I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m done fucking around. I was supposed to go to Boston University. I STILL want to go to BU.

If I’m going to invest all that time and energy getting an MBA, that piece of paper is going to say Boston University on it, or what’s the point?

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Jenn’s funeral is Thursday, but I’m going to CT on Friday, and possibly Sunday. Maybe I’ll swing by the cemetery and pay my respects on my own.

Logan’s sweater is DONE. DONE. DONE. DONE. Next on deck: socks for Heather and a project (to be determined) for Clumpy. Plus, you know, finish all those WIPs that have been hanging out forever.

Black Mountain Symphony show on Friday - Manchester, CT to Manchester, VT… that takes me through NH, MA, CT, VT. Four states in a day. That sounds about right. *grin*

My Cabin Pressure trilogy was an honest to goodness trilogy, and then, it went kablooey. We’re back up to four parts. And that’s AFTER I took out every thing that didn’t need to be there. I guess I just need to accept the fact that this is the way the story is going to be told, and fuck all my rewrites.

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By the way, still alive. Still doing fine.

As if there were any doubt I’d come out the other side.

The day after

girl, look at that body…

Oh, Sherlockians…

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My 20th high school reunion is this weekend. I am not there for a number of reasons.

The most important of which is probably the most obvious as well.

I hated high school.

I don’t know what went wrong - I had friends. I had a good time. Life was mostly good.

But in the end it didn’t leave me with that warm, fuzzy feeling college did.

Plus, from what I can tell, Jenn’s death has cast a long shadow over the get together…

As it should.

I’m still wrestling with the fact that another member of the class of 1993 has died from cancer.

Was there something in the water when I was growing up?

How many more of us are carrying ticking time bombs?

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When I was let go two weeks ago, I decided to use a combination of GTD and the Unschedule to organize my unpaid third vacation and make myself more productive than I was the last two times.

So far, I’ve failed miserably.

Of course, as is well documented here, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself, letting my depression get the better of me, and that’s just not cool.

Today, I feel better than I have in a while. I’m hoping that momentum carries forward into tomorrow. I have an interview with a recruiter and I don’t need to blow it like I did on Friday with a different recruiter.

*sigh*

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I suppose it’s time to get back to Logan’s sweater… I’ve been kicking ass with it and it will be done by the time I meet with my knitting group on Tuesday. It has to be. I’m going to need some help from C - I can’t remember how to do a three-needle bind off. *grin*