Post Graduation

So, as per usual, it has been a long time since I have told you what is going on in my life.  Well, the big old graduation has been and gone, I am no longer a student.  I’m now merely an unemployed person.  Great.  Job hunting has been a lot of fun, let me tell you.  It’s always good to apply to hundreds of jobs and get rejections from almost every one of them.  Then you get the joy of that one interview.  This could be it.  A job is within your reach.  Then you go to the interview and all you words appear to trip up between your brain and your mouth and there just appears to be a devastating pile up when they come out.  Suffice it to say I did not get that job, especially after my weird exclamation that my desk would be neat because I like all my items to be at right angles to the edge of the desk.  If that isn’t a factor that says employ me this instant I don’t know what is.

On a slightly brighter note, you may remember me going for an audition in London for a music theatre postgrad.  Well, having gone months without hearing anything and assuming that it was a big fat no, I got an offer to start in September on Friday.  This is an amazing achievement for me and I couldn’t be happier, unfortunately while I thought it was a no I did nothing about funding so I have no money to pay tuition fees and live.  Now I am frantically emailing and phoning any organisation that may give me money.  Not going to well so far given I started on a Saturday.  Lets hope somebody will come through and help.  This is something I cannot give up on before I have even started yet because of something as simple as having no money. 

I have even started looking for flat shares which is getting me extremely excited.  It can also be quite amusing given some of the requirements: Smoking – fine, student – fine, DSS – fine, but you must be South Indian.  OK.  Well, now that I have started my weird ramble again I have realised I have nothing else to say so you are, once again, going to leave disappointed by my boring life.  However, if you enjoyed the read please feel free to give me some money.  Every little helps after all.

Hopefully the next time I speak to you it will be from London.  Fingers crossed.