Kirstie Nicols works in sales but hopes to become a journalist. Back to the agency Following last fortnight’s rant about the terrible times I’m having at work (fakes dramatic swoon), I decided to do something about it, and last week got myself an interview at a local recruitment agency.
This time round, things are a little different to the last time I signed up to the agency, as I’m no longer desperate for work of any kind in order to support the student drinking habit I picked up at uni. I’ve decided I don’t really want to do temp work again, as although I complain about my job, it’s not that bad really. At least, I can get on with most of the people most of the time and as long as I sit quietly in my corner I can get away without being noticed… leaving me time to do other things, such as check out my Facebook, write my blogs… So when I was asked during my interview what kind of jobs I was looking for, this time my reply was not something along the lines of ‘I don’t care, as long as it pays’. I’m probably the worst type of client for a recruitment company to have on their books; as I’m only planning to go to interviews for jobs that actually sound interesting, and if it doesn’t seem right for me when I do go then I’m not planning to accept (this is based on the assumption that I will actually be offered any jobs). I can see myself being on their books for a while! I’ve decided not to rely completely on the recruitment agency to find a job, and I’ve been asking round friends to see if they can suggest anything. I know that getting into journalism is going to be a lot of hard work (but that’s the best way with dreams, makes you feel like you’ve accomplished something!), so although if anything came up I’d jump at the chance, I’m not focusing too hard right now. It goes without saying that I’m applying for anything journalism-related, but I’m also looking at lots of other job sectors. The great thing about not having a clear plan is that I’m willing to try out many different types of work. Declaration of independenceIn other, much more exciting news, I am finally about to ‘fly the nest’ for the first time (not counting uni). We have found a house, agreed on it which is a feat in itself, paid up the deposit, and signed the documents. Although we can move in from the middle of December, we’ve decided to have one last Christmas at home to keep the parents happy; and also so I can have one last properly cooked meal. We have made our official move in date sometime in the New Year; so now begins the weekend trips to Ikea. Being overexcited about the possibility of moving out, I’ve started packing up some of my boxes of junk, which means, of course, that every time I try and pack a set of photos, my mum promptly takes them out and goes all teary eyed. On the other hand, when I try and box up clothes that I don’t need they mysteriously go missing a couple of hours later. I’ve decided to take this as a compliment, as my fashion sense obviously still appeals to the younger generation. However, if you’re reading this Amanda, I really would like my clothes back. Regarding getting my hair cut by Celebrity Scissorhands, yes I was on the telly…the whole six seconds of it. I really shouldn’t have worried about the results as all they did was cut the back a bit shorter…not quite the radical makeover I was expecting. In my defence, when I spoke to them in my drunken state and they asked what I wanted done, I clearly remember telling them I wasn’t too worried; ‘shave it all off if you like!’ My theory is that they saw the fear in my eyes when I arrived, and decided it was best to be kind. I did have to re-dye my hair to get the pink out though! I’m still waiting to hear from the local newspaper about how my miniature article went down, and whether or not they ever want me to write for them again. I’m hoping, as it’s getting close to Christmas, there might be some more one off articles to be given out. Until I hear from them, I’m going to keep asking other places if I could write for them. You never know, someone may offer me something! Read Kirstie's previous blogs |
