So, just as I'm thinking, sod all of this malarkey, don't define yourself in terms of a job (or lack of it), along comes an interesting vacancy (thanks, Ruth). It's for maternity cover (haha, given earlier posts), for a year, full-time and in London, but it's very interesting and well-paid. But, the application form! I'm exhausted. I've battled through screens and screens of it, trying to shoe-horn in various bits of gainful employment over the years, and just when you think the end is in sight you get to the difficult bits, and boy does this employer squeeze you:
"Please tell us about a time when you developed a good working relationship with a client."
"Can you provide an example of a difficult relationship that you have had at work, explain why it was difficult and what you did to overcome this."
"Please provide an example of where you have found a creative solution to a problem."
as well as the usual supporting statements, and sundries such as what colour nail varnish do you prefer, waist measurement, size of overdraft, recreational drug use, favourite flavour of jam, etc.
And, usually, after all this effort, you get diddleysquat back from them.
At this point, I head for the duvet, thinking mmmmmm, can we live on courgettes?
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Fingers crossed it's not a stitch up, kiddo, you'd be great. But what do I know about recruitment? I sorta think one should choose a talented original thinker, but that isn't usually the norm, as we know to our cost. Grrr.
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