No work, no play

Gabrielle the psychic has been writing me (again). She's very disapponted with me (what do you know. I've bagged myself not just a psychic, but a Jewish mother as well...) She's particularly surprised at the lack of contact as she sees a large sum of money ("several millions" she points out, in fact. Without a mention of which currency though...) coming my way.

I certainly could use those millions. Provided they were in American dollars and not , say, Zimbabwean ones.

In the past week I've had 9 new "thank you for your interest"- e-mails. And no interest in having me in for an actual interview. One of the e-mails announced the name of the person who was chosen for the job. A friend of mine.

Everybody keeps telling how it's not about who you are but who you know. Apparently I don't know anyone.

My friends have managed to make great choices with their education and careers. They've managed to network and gain relevant work experience that allows them to move up in life. I on the other hand will be paying off my student loan well into my 40s, probably without still having found any use for the degrees.

Time might have come to realize that integrity is so last season and move on to the next strategy: desperation. And what better way of doing that than to start begging for work from those friends in high places.

I saw an advert for a project coordinator in a company located in the same building where my old job was. They always seemed to have a party going on in the office and only seem to employ people who are young, skinny and trendy. I, being none of those and without any relevant qualifications, spotted the name that was listed as the contact person for queries concerning the job. She is an old mate of mine and just so it happens, their new country manager. 

So, I got in touch with her and we're going for lunch later this week. I'll come armed with my references, fresh highlights and determination. Somewhere between the main course and the coffee I'll put my begging skills to work. For once I'll try to sell myself (not short). And with any luck I'll walk away with a job.