Blogs: Jack's job log: 5

Jack has just finished his business degree. His job hunt is proving a long and difficult road.

Another job log, another depressingly basic review of why my incompetence leads me to hopping (can't skip, have a bad knee) down the enchanted yellow brick road. Given by my responses (and lack thereof) I could do with some intelligence, a heart and a little courage to help me along the way too.

In the previous month I have adopted an approach known as the 'scattergun'. Apply for pretty much everything and anything in my region of choice which so happens to be Huddersfield.

I'm a flexible guy, so I'll go to anywhere in West Yorkshire - hell I even commuted to the land of Prospects for a year - getting a bus whilst it's still dark, then boarding a train and being hemmed in like sardines in a tin.

There are perks of course of the daily commute, for example on the train home every day, there was always a smelly tramp who used to have 4 cans of economy supermarket branded lager with him and drink them all in the 40 minute journey, which would always bring me a strange emotional feeling of bewilderment and boredom.

The scatter gun method seems to have had some progress, with several interviews planned. However it never ceases to amaze how high the percentage of non responders is, especially for such menial jobs. It is so frustrating and I also find it insulting to some extent. At least give me a viable reason for not carrying on with my application. All I want is an email with some form of explanation. I would respect the company a far deal greater if so, and would be more likely to avoid such companies who have snubbed me and my beloved applications.

There is nothing more frustrating than being unsuccessful in applications for which you have got your hopes up, and simultaneously, you think you have a good chance of attaining. This leads to a double-edged sword, whereby you don't want to get your hopes too high, however if you don't appear keen and enthusiastic, it will seriously hamper your chances of progression. I am lost, and rather confused. Like Dorothy, I think I need brains, courage and a lot of heart. Show me the way to the wizard!

Answers on a postcard. Until next time. It's good night from me, and good night from him.