Well, I’m looking for a job.
It is nerve wracking beyond what I expected. It is hard to write all of who I am and what I know on one page, plus a one page cover letter.
I realise everyone looking for a job is in this position but I forgot.
I’ve actually never used my resume or had an interview with more propose than to confirm I have the position.
I have always been evidence that it’s not what you know it’s who you know is true.
And now, here I am. Branching out by myself. Applying for jobs, by myself.
It feels so grownup.
The reason for looking for a job feels even more grown up; tattoodaddy wants to build a house. Wants us to build a house.
Which I’ll admit is an intimidating idea, but I’m definitely tired of not doing things because I’m intimidated or scared.
So we’ll see how it turns out. Either way, it would be nice to have a full time job.
Feel like I’m contributing to society.
In my town especially, young mothers who stay at home are judged as wanting to milk the government for everything they can.
Indeed, even though I am studying, I called centrelink about a question on the start up scholarship and was told very rudely by the last on the other end of the phone “we can’t pay for everything you know… Have you thought about getting a job?”
I’m sick of dealing with people like this.
Sick of feeling like I’m a second class citizen because I don’t have an occupation that pays.
So hopefully, I’ll find a full time job.
And I’ll continue studying part time.