This is the craziest thing I have done in a while. Here am I supposedly creating the next winning entry in the “Get Your Next Job” stakes, and what do I do? Move the furniture around!

Now in most homes that would be a minor undertaking, but my workroom, the place in the house where I spend most of my time either on the computer or in the kitchen or whatever, has lots of shelves of books, sewing equipment and of course large lumps of furniture that require humping around to reshape the storage arrangements.
There must be some sort of deep need to “nest” when I am in transition from one thing to the next. Hopefully my aching shoulders and tired body will stop worrying about applying for jobs now it’s performed its Herculean task, but I now worry about next week … perhaps I should look at the possibility of taking the dog for Very Long Walks as an alternative to redesigning the household?

Well, my letters of application are off on their mendicant journeys. I wish I could say I feel good about them, but I think it is that I just don’t know yet how to describe what I know, or how to ‘market’ myself in this sort of situation. It’s very confusing, as I know that in some respects the job market is there. The trick is to find the position that needs to be filled by me – and to a certain extent, convincing myself that I do know how to do the job, and then telling the nice people that I am their ideal employee! I would never have thought the existential terror of looking for work in the field I had just trained in would be this numbing! Heaven help me if I don’t find something fairly quickly.

In the meantime, I think I will go and have a nice hot shower, a cup of tea and read a book. After I have read the rest of my email, that is!