Will Work For Money

Let me be honest. I have thoroughly enjoyed having so much time off. I could quite happily be one of those "kept" women, with nothing better to do than shop. Of course, I'm more likely to be sitting on my arse reading or cooking up a storm than doing any shopping, but still... its right up my alley. After my trip home to Canberra, where I spent a lot of time reading and watching cooking shows , I came home with all good intentions of spring cleaning, learning french and even exercising. I think its needless to say that I have done none of theses things with any real gusto. I have perused the pages of my french book only to realise that my lovely Mr Frog was right... I'm now too relaxed to learn anything and its bloody hard to do on your own anyway. I did manage to do a spot of exercising, walking to my mates house to pick up my car after a rather late hens night. I even managed to repeat the trip a couple of times after I realised that its actually not very far at all, and I can pick out my dream house on the way, seeing as we live in a fairly ritzy area (I am of course the poorest person in the suburb and therefore will never actually buy my dream house in the area). The spring cleaning I have put off until basically the very last minute... the week before my lovely Mr Frog arrives back in the country, to live with me, no less.

I know you all want to hear about Mr Frog, but that will have to wait... this is all about my search for a new job.

After enjoying six weeks away from the mind numbing suit business, I emailed my boss to see when exactly we were heading into the newly renovated store, "six weeks" being the time frame I'd been given last I spoke to anyone from work. His reply sent me into somewhat of a tail spin. Not only did they still not have possession of the shop (important when there is a shop fit to do) but said shop fit would probably not be ready until the end of the month. Probably. Now, there was a fairly large part of me that was pleased with this new information. I have two weddings in March for one of which I am maid of honour, and Mr Frog arrives smack bang in the middle of them. March is clearly a big month for me, so some extra time up my sleeve, for wedding preparation, trips home to Canberra for one wedding, and extra snuggling time with Mr Frog is indeed a bonus.

My bank account however did not agree with me. Dear old dad had been dropping large sums of money into the drain that is my bank account on a fairly regular basis, and bless him, he'd keep on doing it if need be. But I for one just can't take it any more. Dad has been handing me money at varying intervals due to the fact I can't seem to take care of myself, but enough is enough. I pay taxes damn it and I realised with a heavy sigh that it was time to cash in on the times when I was actually employed, and apply for the dole. Cue heavy cloak of shame to cover the one I was already wearing. It was about this time that I got angry. How dare my boss make me wait to know my fate. And what if he suddenly decided he wasn't going to open the shop at all, I'd be six weeks unemployed with nothing in the pipeline and only rice in the cupboard. So in the 12 hours from receiving the great/scary news, I had applied for the dole, and four assistant manager jobs. It was finally time to think ahead and start the process of making a change. Now the exciting thing is, I applied for assistant manager jobs, instead of the usual shit kicker jobs I usually settle for. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I wanted more for myself, albeit still in the depths of hell that is retail, but, still..more.

As yet I have only heard from one job, rejection by Mossimo, but I never really saw myself as a Mossimo girl anyway. I'm hoping for a job in a bookstore, where my love for reading would actually come in handy, not to mention the store discount and possible signings by famous authors. Now there's a job with my name all over it... that, or my own cooking show.

Cross your fingers.