Finally got the rejection e-mail from my dream company... not even invited to interview... kinda gutted. I have enough experience etc. I guess all they want is local people and graduates. What's the f**king point? I'm a girl from a tiny village in the East Midlands, and I don't have a degree cos I don't want to waste 3 years building up debt and writing essays, only to start making sodding cups of tea and coffee. Do you really need a degree to be a runner? Really? Is it fucking necessary to have a degree to make drinks and carry tapes about? Is it fuck. And my location doesn't help too. It's a wonder I don't just give up totally already. What more does this industry want from me? I'm not superwoman, I just wish I could have a chance, but no matter how hard I try, it goes wrong or it doesn't happen.
Bollocks to it.
Thursday, 9 September 2010
Friday, 3 September 2010
More Monotony
I've applied for more post production runner jobs and still not heard back from the dream company - 2 weeks later. Not even a yay or nay. I'm giving up hope. I want my career, I do, but it's being drowned in the shitty reality of this modern world.
I'm hungry, but I'm not going to have food yet. I need to learn to control my eating. 3 square, healthy meals a day and no snacking. I have pitiful willpower and it gets me down even more. :(
Jules xx
I'm hungry, but I'm not going to have food yet. I need to learn to control my eating. 3 square, healthy meals a day and no snacking. I have pitiful willpower and it gets me down even more. :(
Jules xx
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Waiting waiting waiting!
I hate waiting, oh deary me I am not very good at being patient, so imagine this. I'm into my second week of waiting to see if I've got a runner's job at my dream company. Well it's reality and warrrrgh, I want to know the answer, either way!! Fingers crossed!!
On the other side, I really hate writing covering letters. I just can't seem to talk about myself and say why I want to work for a company without feeling like a total and utter prick! :(
I had a nice weekend with my boyfriend, we went hiking in the Peak District, got the train to Hathersage, hiked up to and aong Stanage Edge and back. It was nice but all a bit "let's keep moving" because if we missed the train we wouldn't get home until 11pm. The long weekend was nice too, but... meh. It's the classic "it's not him, it's me." I think the reason it was all a little meh is because I am actualy fairly depressed right now. I need to see the doctors about a diet and exercise plan, and although I really don't want to, I might go and see them about my depression. When you feel like you're useless, fat, ugly, slow, thick and the world is laughing at you and there is no point to anything, it's time to get help.
I love TV, I love working in it, but I'm so mired in the depression of unemployment and living in the middle of sodding nowhere, that I can't see the wood for the trees. :(
Jules xx
On the other side, I really hate writing covering letters. I just can't seem to talk about myself and say why I want to work for a company without feeling like a total and utter prick! :(
I had a nice weekend with my boyfriend, we went hiking in the Peak District, got the train to Hathersage, hiked up to and aong Stanage Edge and back. It was nice but all a bit "let's keep moving" because if we missed the train we wouldn't get home until 11pm. The long weekend was nice too, but... meh. It's the classic "it's not him, it's me." I think the reason it was all a little meh is because I am actualy fairly depressed right now. I need to see the doctors about a diet and exercise plan, and although I really don't want to, I might go and see them about my depression. When you feel like you're useless, fat, ugly, slow, thick and the world is laughing at you and there is no point to anything, it's time to get help.
I love TV, I love working in it, but I'm so mired in the depression of unemployment and living in the middle of sodding nowhere, that I can't see the wood for the trees. :(
Jules xx
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