Day two and three – not actually much better….

Soooooooo I guess I wasn’t dressed warmly enough when I locked myself out of the house – I have spent the last two days curled up in bed with an awful cold. You know the one where you are worried your head will explode because your sinuses are so blocked? and when you can’t stay awake for more than an hour? And you use up all the tissues in the house? And your Engineer wakes you up after you’ve been asleep for 17 hours just to check you’re alive? Yeah, that one.

So, tomorrow! Tomorrow, the job-search starts properly for sure. Assuming I can drag my butt out of bed for more than half an hour tomorrow. Stupid virus, go away now! This is not how the first week was meant to go!


Day One, Total Disaster. Or, at least it can’t get worse.

I had plans for Day One.

I was going to redo my resume, peruse job postings, and fix up my LinkedIn profile. I was going to write a blog post with a carefully considered combination of wry humour and emotional insight.

Instead, I locked myself out of the house for 10 hours.

Through a series of sillinesses, I ended up staring at the locked entryway to the apartment, dressed in ratty old jeans with a hole in the crotch and a fluffy pink jumper; the latest New Yorker magazine in one hand and my car keys in the other.

9 AM, on the first Monday of My Super Serious Grown Up Job Search, and my house-keys were in the pocket of my jogging pants, while I was outside, freezing. AND DRESSED IN PINK. I’d grabbed the car keys totally forgetting I’d detached the house keys for a jog – which to be fair is my own fault for going for a jog.

As I didn’t have my wallet (I’d just been going to check the mail!) I also didn’t have my drivers licence on me, which meant I reckoned that driving the hour to Engineer’s work to grab his keys was a bad idea. I mean, lets face it, if on any day I was going to get pulled over by the cops …

I also didn’t have my phone to call Engineer. Even if I had, given it was his first day back, I wasn’t going to be all damsel-in-distress-y. Plus he might have laughed at me.

I drove the 10 minutes to the in-laws place instead. Turns out they don’t have spare keys, but they do have big hugs and they make a pretty awesome cuppa, so I hung out there for a while. Then, on to my mum’s (10 minutes from them), but she wasn’t in…… I sat in the car in her front drive for a few hours. It’s a bit more hidden than the car park at home so it felt less like someone was going to try and have me arrested for vagrancy.

Eventually, Engineer got home and let me in. He laughed but also was rather sweet, thank God.

So what did I achieve on Day One?

Well, I cleaned the car, both inside and outside, and discovered a few spare New Yorkers, and an old CD I’d been missing. Plus, like five lipsticks. I also found a bottle of Shiraz in my boot which I guess I have for emergencies…..I didn’t indulge, but I tell you what, I thought about it! So I got my reading in, and a bit of light physical exercise.

My mother, bless her, would say that I didn’t accidentally lock myself out – but rather my subconscious was trying to find a way to avoid job-searching. I’m not sure what I think about that, and Engineer would say that I’m just a bit of a duffer and often forget keys/wallet/brain/name. Whatever it was, it was not a good start. How can I possible write that I have ‘high attention to detail’ in a job applications now?

At least tomorrow will have to be better.

It Begins…..tomorrow

Tomorrow, Monday 3 May 2016, marks the Officially Real For Sure start of my job search in Melbourne, Victoria. I’ve lived in Canberra since the beginning of 2012, working as a public servant.

I moved back home to Melbourne five months ago, and then spent three months overseas with my fiancee (yes, it was amazing, thanks. Yes, he’s also the reason I’ve moved back home. No, my feminist mother won’t ever quite forgive me for that. Yes, I’m totally sure that giving up a great job – and city – for him was a good idea). Easier for me to get a job in Melbourne than him to find one in Canberra, plus his work adores him and he adores it. He’s an engineer – and thus we shall refer to him as ‘the Engineer’.

So we’re back from overseas, and tomorrow morning the Engineer goes back to work and I must Begin My Job Search. And on the basis that this is likely to be a soul-destroying demonstration that I am way over-educated (PhD, what was I thinking??) and under-experienced (recruiter: ‘so, just what does a ‘policy officer’ do’ Panther ‘oh you know….. policy….stuff…..’) the only defense I have is a crap sense of humour and the desire to turn my experiences into hilarious stories.

You’re welcome.