It’s a bit strange. I’m looking at my diary and there are lots of things written in it. To be precise, I am going to be busy until the first of June! It’s rather perturbing, having a feeling of usefulness where before there was just general apathy. The void of unemployment is coming to an end for me, at least for a little while. It’s not just me either – part of the reason I’m bumming about writing this is because Sarah’s at work *cough*traitor*cough*.
So why all this activity all of a sudden? Well further to our discussion of our dads getting us work the other day, I am definitely going to be working full time for a month, starting this Friday. In the space of this morning I’ve also managed to get a month’s publishing work experience sorted for after that, with just a couple of weeks’ breathing space to convince myself I’m not really a full time working woman. What with a sort of job interview thing on Thursday and another enthralling day of data entry (hoorah), the upshot of all of this is that today is my last day of sitting on my arse eating yoghurt and watching the Tyra Banks Show!
Watching ‘Spaced’ the other day (yes I ran out of Peep Show) I was presented with the question, ‘Does inactivity breed laziness?’. Well the answer is yes. If today is the time to reflect on my six weeks of almost unadulterated sloth since my return from more pleasant lands, I can safely say that I have never been so unproductive in my life (excluding infanthood, obviously). Being a lady of leisure is undoubtedly over rated.
Well I feel like I've talked about myself enough for one day. I'll leave you with an exciting follow up to the West Morlands Gazette story - here. Once again the comments are priceless. Good old West Morlands I say.
Hollie
Tuesday 27 February 2007
Friday 23 February 2007
Tales of the Unemployed Part 10 (Burning Chairs)
Today we realised that no matter how bad it gets, there is still someone that has it a little bit worse; we could be the journalist that to report on this. However if you look at the comments it has been the most commented story the West Morlands Gazette has had for a while. So in fact it could be much worse we could be resident of West Morlands, if this story is anything to go by it is clearly the most happening place in the whole country!
Its been a fairly active week for the two of us, with job interviews (don't worry, I doubt anything will come of it), cinema outings, trips to gigs and the pub (well in Sarah's case anyway). Hollie entered data (she's really lucky).
We have also come to the conclusion this week that nepotism is a very good thing as we now both owe our main sources of income to our fathers getting us work. This however is a clever ruse on their part as they no longer have to pay for us and their companies do.
Well as it's Friday night we are going to do what any crazy fun loving London girl does - we're uploading tunes to Hollie's computer and eating lots of chocolate. Rock on!
Its been a fairly active week for the two of us, with job interviews (don't worry, I doubt anything will come of it), cinema outings, trips to gigs and the pub (well in Sarah's case anyway). Hollie entered data (she's really lucky).
We have also come to the conclusion this week that nepotism is a very good thing as we now both owe our main sources of income to our fathers getting us work. This however is a clever ruse on their part as they no longer have to pay for us and their companies do.
Well as it's Friday night we are going to do what any crazy fun loving London girl does - we're uploading tunes to Hollie's computer and eating lots of chocolate. Rock on!
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Tales of the Unemployed Part 9 (Mmm... Brownies)
Another week has passed filled with… well, not very much at all, actually. Hollie has begun temping in earnest and has so far spent one day making a database of builders in the North East (but now knows there are plenty of bricklayers in Yarm) and another stuffing envelopes and entertaining a 9 month old. Other than that, most assignments seem to be 6 months long, which is clearly not the name of the game. Continued employment? Pah! Clearly £50 per week isn’t going to help the ‘moving out of home’ fund but at least it pays for the occasional pilgrimage to the pub.
In terms of ‘real jobs’, our findings from the last few days are that there aren’t any. This phase of Operation Get A Job may take a little while yet at this rate. This tempts us to make Rhetorical Question of the Day: ‘Where Are The Jobs?’ but we unfortunately know the answer – people with non-arty farty degrees have got them. God damn!
The Friend Cull was in serious risk of being revoked last weekend. Frighteningly, we spent not just one, but two evenings in the company of people other than ourselves. Friday was especially scary as Hollie spoke to a couple of people she didn’t know, thereby putting herself at risk of gaining a new friend! Luckily Saturday was more low key and involved watching Brokeback Mountain and eating brownies. Jake Gyllenhaal and chocolate, what more could a girl want? (Jake Gyllenhaal covered in chocolate hummmm)
Sarah’s paid work seems to be going ok, if only in an administrative-y sort of way. Disturbingly she was at work until 10.30pm the other day – she seems a bit too keen to work if you ask me. If she carries on like this someone might want her full time! What makes it worse is she had to give up doing free work to enable her to get paid!!! Ahhh whats happening the balance is all wrong. Fear not she still does some free work so the world isn’t ending just yet.
It would be wrong to let this blog slip by with out mentioning Valentines. Frankly it is overrated and passed both of us by in a fairly understated fashion. Hollie ate chocolate with her mum and Sarah went to see two films she had already seen (Annie Hall and Brief Encounter) and ate doughnuts. Who needs romantic weekend breaks and over priced meals at crap resturants!
Well that’s all for now surely there must be some brownies left to consume.
P.S. If you Google our names this website is now number two! Unfortunately number one is still a Canadian hairdresser for Hollie, but you can't win em all. Aaaand if you Google 'Tales of the Unemployed', we are no less than number 5. Fame and fortune, here we come!!
In terms of ‘real jobs’, our findings from the last few days are that there aren’t any. This phase of Operation Get A Job may take a little while yet at this rate. This tempts us to make Rhetorical Question of the Day: ‘Where Are The Jobs?’ but we unfortunately know the answer – people with non-arty farty degrees have got them. God damn!
The Friend Cull was in serious risk of being revoked last weekend. Frighteningly, we spent not just one, but two evenings in the company of people other than ourselves. Friday was especially scary as Hollie spoke to a couple of people she didn’t know, thereby putting herself at risk of gaining a new friend! Luckily Saturday was more low key and involved watching Brokeback Mountain and eating brownies. Jake Gyllenhaal and chocolate, what more could a girl want? (Jake Gyllenhaal covered in chocolate hummmm)
Sarah’s paid work seems to be going ok, if only in an administrative-y sort of way. Disturbingly she was at work until 10.30pm the other day – she seems a bit too keen to work if you ask me. If she carries on like this someone might want her full time! What makes it worse is she had to give up doing free work to enable her to get paid!!! Ahhh whats happening the balance is all wrong. Fear not she still does some free work so the world isn’t ending just yet.
It would be wrong to let this blog slip by with out mentioning Valentines. Frankly it is overrated and passed both of us by in a fairly understated fashion. Hollie ate chocolate with her mum and Sarah went to see two films she had already seen (Annie Hall and Brief Encounter) and ate doughnuts. Who needs romantic weekend breaks and over priced meals at crap resturants!
Well that’s all for now surely there must be some brownies left to consume.
P.S. If you Google our names this website is now number two! Unfortunately number one is still a Canadian hairdresser for Hollie, but you can't win em all. Aaaand if you Google 'Tales of the Unemployed', we are no less than number 5. Fame and fortune, here we come!!
Wednesday 14 February 2007
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Hello, just to let people know that I've changed the setting on comments so now anyone can make one, not just google members or whatever it was.
Hope everyone's having an equally productive V-Day to me!
Hope everyone's having an equally productive V-Day to me!
Saturday 10 February 2007
Tales Of The Unemployed Part 8 (Rejection and cups of tea)
Big news, Hollie received her first rejection (cheer noises) yes she is now a lesser mortal like Sarah, but did she let it get her down? Nope! She drank tea and made a cake, it would seem that rejection has turned her into somewhat of a domestic goddess. Oh she also joined a temp agency, but that’s not as exciting as cake.
We are still being writers and have spent most of today working on your future BAFTA winning screen play!!!!! And then decided that we needed to be achieving more so set up our own PR agency and all before lunch! This being job less is a doddle.
We think that it is now time to introduce Sam to our readers. He is small fluffy and always there when we need him, he also smells a bit. Yep he is Hollies little dog. He is not and we must stress this a lap dog or a handbag dog, Sam is a foot dog (he sits on our feet). Having said that he may have to be upgraded for something handbag sized if we are to become Sex and The City-esque PR moguls. The reason we are mentioning him is that most of our readers will know him as something of an institution. After all he is 15 and a half years old (that’s over 100 in dog years we think) and has survived through many of Hollie’s house parties. This is despite once being dyed pink and hiding out under a bush, meaning he had to be coaxed out using Maltesers. Now in old age, unable to hear and slightly incontinent, Sam still manages to entertain us while we are lazing about… I mean job hunting. I might try and put a photo up so everyone can pay their respects to the living legend that is Hollie’s dog.
And now it is time for our occasional feature, Rhetorical Question Of The Day.
Where Are The Famous Lesbians?
Think about it, seriously. We can only think of a few off hand. Moira Stewart and Pat Butcher, obviously. Ellen. Jodie Foster. Anne Heche until she went all straight. There have GOT to be more. Answers on a postcard.
Anyway we’d better go. We’re meeting actual friends tonight and are so excited that we’re going to start getting ready now. Even though it’s 4.20. Yay! Sarah has lots of pretty new clothes to wear in a pre-emptive spending of her salary (but they’re clothes she can wear to work… allegedly).
We are still being writers and have spent most of today working on your future BAFTA winning screen play!!!!! And then decided that we needed to be achieving more so set up our own PR agency and all before lunch! This being job less is a doddle.
We think that it is now time to introduce Sam to our readers. He is small fluffy and always there when we need him, he also smells a bit. Yep he is Hollies little dog. He is not and we must stress this a lap dog or a handbag dog, Sam is a foot dog (he sits on our feet). Having said that he may have to be upgraded for something handbag sized if we are to become Sex and The City-esque PR moguls. The reason we are mentioning him is that most of our readers will know him as something of an institution. After all he is 15 and a half years old (that’s over 100 in dog years we think) and has survived through many of Hollie’s house parties. This is despite once being dyed pink and hiding out under a bush, meaning he had to be coaxed out using Maltesers. Now in old age, unable to hear and slightly incontinent, Sam still manages to entertain us while we are lazing about… I mean job hunting. I might try and put a photo up so everyone can pay their respects to the living legend that is Hollie’s dog.
And now it is time for our occasional feature, Rhetorical Question Of The Day.
Where Are The Famous Lesbians?
Think about it, seriously. We can only think of a few off hand. Moira Stewart and Pat Butcher, obviously. Ellen. Jodie Foster. Anne Heche until she went all straight. There have GOT to be more. Answers on a postcard.
Anyway we’d better go. We’re meeting actual friends tonight and are so excited that we’re going to start getting ready now. Even though it’s 4.20. Yay! Sarah has lots of pretty new clothes to wear in a pre-emptive spending of her salary (but they’re clothes she can wear to work… allegedly).
Friday 9 February 2007
Thursday 8 February 2007
Tales of the Unemployed Part 7 (Well at least no one's at work today)
First off, a hello to our new readers (assuming there are some). We realised that creating a blog wasn’t much use without publicising it, and being the publicity mogul that I am, a press release seemed the wisest idea. So woo, readers! Next stop, appearing on Google. We’ll be famous really soon, I can tell.
So what news. Hollie has now finished with all things work experience related and spent the last few days celebrating with trips to Sheffield and Oxford, both of which involved lots of alcohol and catching up with old friends. Its all been quite good in terms of distracting attention from the fact that she really isn’t even pretending to do anything any more. But when this snow has disappeared it’s off to Office Angels to start Phase 2 of Operation Employment: Temping. I’m not sure how many phases there are of this operation, but I’m hoping it’s not too many.
Sarah is being a bit of a traitor to the cause and starting actual PAID WORK next week. Yes it may only be three days a week, but not really in the spirit of things eh. Also what makes it even more against our general ethos is that she has had to give up doing free work to enable to her to earn money. What ever next real jobs!!!! Nah don’t be silly that will never happen.
Um… what else. Well it’s snowed a lot, meaning that even the resident employed people chez Rendall (i.e. my parents) haven’t made it out today. I’ve been showing them how it’s done and gently leading my dad away from his computer when he’s made noises about ‘working from home’. It’s been very clear that I am the pro at bumming around the house which is quite comforting in a way.
That’s about it I think. In between all these trips away and having a cold I pretty much only have time for Peep Show and that’s not very interesting to write about. I’m going to have some lunch now and possibly contemplate the meaning of life.
So what news. Hollie has now finished with all things work experience related and spent the last few days celebrating with trips to Sheffield and Oxford, both of which involved lots of alcohol and catching up with old friends. Its all been quite good in terms of distracting attention from the fact that she really isn’t even pretending to do anything any more. But when this snow has disappeared it’s off to Office Angels to start Phase 2 of Operation Employment: Temping. I’m not sure how many phases there are of this operation, but I’m hoping it’s not too many.
Sarah is being a bit of a traitor to the cause and starting actual PAID WORK next week. Yes it may only be three days a week, but not really in the spirit of things eh. Also what makes it even more against our general ethos is that she has had to give up doing free work to enable to her to earn money. What ever next real jobs!!!! Nah don’t be silly that will never happen.
Um… what else. Well it’s snowed a lot, meaning that even the resident employed people chez Rendall (i.e. my parents) haven’t made it out today. I’ve been showing them how it’s done and gently leading my dad away from his computer when he’s made noises about ‘working from home’. It’s been very clear that I am the pro at bumming around the house which is quite comforting in a way.
That’s about it I think. In between all these trips away and having a cold I pretty much only have time for Peep Show and that’s not very interesting to write about. I’m going to have some lunch now and possibly contemplate the meaning of life.
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