Hunting for work sucks.
There, I said it.
It is possibly my least favourite thing to do - up there with gardening, dusting, doing the floors and reading Russian Literature.
I will say that Ritalin appears to be helping keep my focus. Think about it. Do it. Done. Amazing
My doing the job hunting for a concentrated hour a day also helps - it means you get it done, keep yourself up to date and accountable, but you get it out of the way every day, and you get to do the things you like doing - such as writing - or avoiding tidying the house.
Today is make contact day. Getting in touch which people I've been working with in the past - this is a good method to find employment. Old workmates who do similar roles to you. Old managers. My cousin, who might have a lead to a bit of peace meal sessional contract work in a completely different area (I'm good with compliance and process. I could be a decent fit for the work.)
And it makes me feel like an idiot.
We all have to do it. Do the schmooze. Go out for coffees, or lunch if it's somebody you have to keep in the good books. It takes time and money and energy.
It's draining.
Also, it's not that you're sucking up to people for a job - moreover, it's giving the universe a nudge - asking people to keep you in mind if they're called by recruiters and the like. I know I get these calls and messages from friends when they're off contract. We help each other. It's a community.
It's still draining and it still sucks.
But once I've done my hour of job searching and emailing and getting myself out there, I'm free for the day to do more pleasant things. Like lunch. And writing my own stuff - not tweaking my CV. On the really good side of things, I wrote 2000 words of the first proper draft of my novel in the library this afternoon. I think earplugs, simmering rage and Ritalin have a bit to do with this. Writing in the Reading Room is also a joy.
The job will come.
I just wish it wasn't as all consuming.
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