Whats another year?

Yes, today marks a pretty depressing anniversary for me, its one year ago today that I took redundancy from my last job. Since then, apart from 2 weeks work, that I deeply regret taking, its been a long, hard battle to find another job. Oh fine, there have been a few spots (most of April, and pretty much from early September, to end of October) where I wasnt really searching over here, because I was either in the US, or knew I was going to be in the US, in the very near future, so no one was going to take me on, on that basis, but anyway…

Fine, I might have done some fairly lighthearted job searching while I was in the US, but practically, for me, I need sponsorship to be able to live, and work in the US, and on the whole, most firms are going to take the easier option, lets face it! Besides which, in April at least, I never imagined how hard it was going to be to get another job over here! Fine, I knew that my age might be an issue, and I know of at least one job where it was, and there might have been others who were more discreet about the matter, but its not been the only thing. Yes, the old girl has found the modern trend with recruiters to ask competency based questions, to be a bit of a challenge. Fine, I might be getting slightly better at them, but I still hate them, intently, all the same. I certainly never thought that one year on, I’d still be searching, I must admit!

But equally, do I regret my decision now, to take the redundancy money, and run? No, I dont! There have been some wonderful highlights in the year, that I could never have done, if I’d stayed in that job, so in that sense, I’m glad I’ve done it. I saw some wonderful sights, met some wonderful people, that never would have happened, but for that choice. Oh, and I got to stay in one wonderfully cute apartment in Hollywood, for 4 glorious weeks, something I will never forget, to my dying day, or until I manage to get back there, by some means, or another. And yes, I’ll still say it, after 5.5 weeks in LA, I still havent seen everything there! So if it had only been 1 week…shudder!

As to my job searches, I still tend to avoid anything involving selling, unless its of the gentlest kind. I’ve even up to now, avoiding these social media selling type things, as I’m sure I’m not mentally designed for such things, but… Fine, I’ve got to the point where if someone wanted to ignore my limitations, and offer me a job, I’d give it a go, though I have no idea how long I could stick it. I’d probably still search for something less personally stressful, I suspect.

But other than that, I’m open to all job offers, as long as its legal, just about anywhere! Yes, fine, I dont fancy Saudi Arabia, for the obvious reason, but I guess, if the money was right? No, probably not, but…Also, if anyone wants a beaten up, battered old female, to look after, and either care for, or fall in love with, try me! Fine, I come with issues, but if you like a challenge lol…Equally, and preferably, mind control me to fall in love with, or serve as your obedient slave, according to choice! I know, I’d love that being mind controlled stuff way too much, but anyway…

Right, video time. Big clue in the title, though I have no idea if this song was ever a hit across the Pond, maybe someone can tell me? Yes, whats another year? I hope thats not true, I dont think my body, or sanity could last another year of job hunting!

Back into the betting industry?

No, dont worry, I’m not going crazy, I’m not going back into betting office work, for the awful money they offer to do that job nowadays. I know the manager (and deputy) get better than minimum wages, but seriously, they arent the place I knew, and I’d have to get a lot more desperate than I am, even now, before I would do that. No, its not a betting call center, either.

You know what they say about seeing job openings, in the strangest places? Well, I guess social media, principally Facebook, is no longer considered as that by many, but to some degree, it still is by me! Anyway, last night, I had an item on my feed, telling me that a contest for tickets for a show, that the local casino was running, had announced the winners. I guessed I wasnt amongst them, as I suspect the winners had already been notified. In fact, they must have done, because it actually closed about a fortnight ago!

Still, all the same, I clicked through, to see the result, and suddenly stopped worrying about that. Why? Because they were looking for staff, thats why! Food and Beverage staff members, (waiters/waitresses, I assume?), and of more interest to me, receptionists! So yes, I’ve applied.

Somehow I suspect they are looking for someone prettier, and far younger than me for those roles, but stranger things have happened. I did ask whether it was worth someone of my more mature years applying, and I was told yes, though I do wonder if some of that was related to fears of an age discrimination case, or something?

First step, a casino in Huddersfield, next stop Vegas? Oh, I wish! Dont worry, I’ll gamble as often as I did while at William Hill, not at all. Far too sensible with my money nowadays, and all that. I know, wont get the job, but while I have hope…?

The video. Well, its the right era for me, and its what you need in a casino. Besides which, its brilliant!

Fly me to the moon (and other silly job options)

Earlier this week, while spending too much time on Facebook, I came across some quote from Richard Branson, something about going for the job you want, not the job you have to do, and yes, you know me, I made some witty comment about, in that case, he should offer me a job as a stewardess on his Space Shuttle thing, because I would certainly enjoy doing that. No, I doubt he ever saw my comment, I’m pretty sure it was one of his many minions that posted it, not him, and I doubt very much that anyone ever looks at the replies there, anyway! Besides which, I’m pretty sure that at my age, and given my state of physical health, I wouldnt be the ideal candidate for that role!

Anyway, my friend Stacie saw my witty comment, and said that it would certainly be one of my dream jobs, and she’d be right on that. The outcome of all that, was that a few hours later, I found a photo posted to my timeline from her, saying that this was me, doing that job. This is it!

Airline stewardess

Yes, I know, I wish I was that cute! Besides which, that plane looks more like my era, than any future craft, circling the Earth, but thats besides the point! One thing did come to mind, with those space flights, will every passenger, and therefore, presumably the stewardesses, have to wear a full space suit? Or will they be pressurized in some way that they wont be needed? Cant see that, as surely part of the thing, is the whole weightlessness bit? Not that I’m sure, do the modern space shuttle things require a full space suit to be worn for flights? Yes, you can tell I’m someone that grew up on the Apollo flights of the 60’s, cant you?

But yes, Mr Branson, or whoever is doing the HR for those space flights, I could be very interested in flying into space as a worker. 😉

Oh, and as a space thing, which might only work for those who read my CJ stories, this could just be her, Todd, and her spacecraft, just saying!

CJ and Todd

The other silly job option that got mentioned this week, was actually at a serious place, when I signed on at the Job Center yesterday. My Work Coach and I, were discussing options for me, yesterday afternoon, and I admitted that its got to the point, where any legal offer, and I’d consider it. I did jokingly say that I’d pass on the (fictional) role of French Maid, but in truth, at present, if the money was decent, then yes, fine, I’d do it! Fine, I’d hope for a nice uniform, but anyway…

So anyway, she retaliated by asking me if I’d be interested in working in the Job Center, instead of just signing on there. You guessed it, I said yes. So application form done, test completed, lets see what happens! To be honest, even if I wasnt desperate, it would be an interesting role, so it would have appealed regardless.

But yes, anyone reading this, got any kind of legal opening, try me! Yes, that does include French Maid roles, believe me! In a sense, the crazy, and left field stuff would appeal to me more than the hum drum, but besides that…anything at all is good!

Right, the video. Getting back to the first half of this, lets go with something vintage (60’s), and classy! A great lady!

Job application forms, or how to save trees!

I’ll be honest, I have no many trees have been sacrificed to create all the application forms that I’ve filled in over the last year. But yes, I should imagine its been more than a few! Even if they were what I called a sensible size, it would be a few, but in truth, they seem to have grown in size, to a ridiculous extent over the years. What used to be a maximum of 2 or 3 sheets of paper, now seem to be a minimum of 6, and for example, the application form for the job I went for on Monday, was 10 pages long! And given how many applicants a building society must get through in a year, especially as this includes all the rejects (yes, me again), its a frightening thought.

Even more depressing, in an ecological sense, is the fact that I have another interview with the same firm tomorrow, for a shop job, as opposed to a head office job, but no, they cant use the same form again, I need to waste another 10 pages of paper, even though they got all my details 4 days earlier.

But just when you’re thinking that 10 pages, for a prospective job applicant is a crazy amount of paper, I can beat that! I have got an interview on Monday, for a job on the outskirts of Leeds, and their application form is 15 pages long! Seriously? I want to give this job a go, but given the location (need to rely on a company shuttle bus to get there), I’m not sure how viable it will be, and I dont want to get someone to print off 15 sheets of paper, for a role I probably wont take up, in an ideal world. But its Catch 22, I need a job, so, aargh! Not sure what to do!

I guess what frustrates me more, is the whole modern thing. Yes, back in the 70’s, and 80’s, when you did a paper application form, that was the record that was kept of you, they had no choice. Nowadays, those applicants that actually get selected, will have all that data entered on to a computer database, and that will be it. I know, some of it might get recycled, but I suspect that given all the private information on there, that it ends up being destroyed?

Oh, and secondary rant. Why does it all have to cost us? In the old days, if a company wanted to waste reams of paper on job application forms, they had to provide you with the paper. Nowadays, they attach the form to an email, and expect you to print off, and fill in the forms, and return them! Which might be fine, if you own a printer, and can afford reams of paper, but those of us who cant, and have to rely on someone to print them off for you…

Last amusing moment re modern job interviews. This morning, I had a phone interview for a shop job at a building society, which I actually got through. I know, amazing. My reward, a psychometric test to do, which I battled with, and an hour or so later, getting told my answers didnt meet their desired parameters, so that was that! I dont get these things, there were times when choosing between 4 things, all of which were fairly relevant, and others where none really fitted me, I dont know! I get this feeling I’m not cut out for this modern world, and I’ll be glad when its all over, seriously!

Right, a treat, 2 videos tonight, though neither are the original group. Blue Monday was a massive hit in the 80’s, using all the modern music technology at the time. But what if it had been recorded in 1933, with the instruments of that era? This, I guess?

While tracking it down on You Tube, I found this, from 1999! Yes, I know, but its something out of a mind control story fantasy, this video! And given where I’m posting it…

This blog has been kidnapped!

OK, fine, before I let someone else take over for 1 night (Yes, I know, but I have news they need to know!), just one quick piece of news. Yes, I’m beginning to feel better at long last, and seemingly solid food is beginning to stay down, without issue, so fingers crossed, tomorrow, I should be back to normal. However, I requested the interview to be delayed, as I wouldnt have been at my best (even more so, after a 70 minute bus ride, and 20 minute walk), and the firm concerned have graciously put it back till Monday afternoon, so…

Ow! Ouch! Leave me alone, you can have the computer now, OK? Right, as mentioned, you have a special guest writer tonight, so I’d better let her get on with it!

……………………

“Right, fine. How do I use this weird looking type writer then? Oh, right, like that, and when I’ve finished, you’ll do the clever stuff? OK! Fine, fine, I’ll do the mind meld later, as promised!” 😀 “Yes, and if Boris Karloff can get that weird machine of his to work, look just like me too!”

Hi there, modern day gentlemen, and ladies, my name’s Harlean, but you know me better by another name, Jean. Ring a bell around here, or six, maybe? 😉 Yes, I’m here today to mention that its my birthday today, March 3. Not looking bad for 105, if I say so myself. Alright, fine, if you’re being fussy, I know, I died 79 years ago, but where’s the excitement in that?

Yeah, time travel. I know Myrna (Loy) and Clara (Bow) said not to mention it, but hey I’ve got to explain how I’m able to use this computer thingy, anyway. Besides which, the amount of times Clara, and Brooksie, have had their pictures taken, using their cell phones, sheesh! Bill (Powell) has told me not to say anything nasty about Louis B (Mayer), and being I’m a good girl, fine by me.

Alright, if anyone had told me back in the 1930’s, that I’d still be amazingly popular 80 years on, I’d have laughed at them, I wasnt that great an actress, surely? But yeah, fine, its nice to know, all the same, thanks so much. 🙂

Right, lastly, before I let that boring, modern day person take her blog back over, lets kill off a few silly rumors.

1. My Mother did not stop Doctors, or Nurses seeing me in my dying days, she just didnt trust the ones that Mr Mayer wanted to use, and I dont blame her for that. Oh, and if they had worked out what was wrong with me earlier, no change, nothing could be done for kidney failure back then. 10 years or so later, yes, maybe, but back then, no chance.
2. My kidney issues did not relate to the bleaching/coloring of my hair, being beaten by anyone (nope, not done), or any of the other silly stuff suggested. I got scarlet fever as a teenager, and that caused issues with my kidneys, though no one knew it. Might have been fine, if I hadnt smoked heavily, had a drink, or six, but given I did…they gave up the fight!
3. The real me, was the one you see in the later movies, not the wild sex tiger, of the pre code days. Yes, fine, it was fun (at times) playing those sort of roles, but important word, play. Yes, fine, I wasnt ashamed of my body, and I might not have been a virginal angel between relationships, but at other times…
4. Yeah, those 60’s biog movies they made of me. Sheesh, pure fiction! Yeah, Bill got hold of a copy, and we spent the night wondering who they were based on, sure wasnt me. Laugh, you bet we did! There’s a good, but hard to get one, written not so long ago, by a guy called David Stenn, thats accurate at least! Maybe you can find it online, if nothing else?

Oh right, I’m told I have to put up a video. You’re not going to like this, its me, singing. Yeah, fine, wasnt my strong point, not that I was a great dancer either, but anyway… So you might want to be brave, or you might want to pass on this.

Yeah, sorry, normal, boring service will be resumed on this blog now, I’m afraid. Who knows, 1 year from now, I might bully her off here again! 😀

Bye! Jean xxx

Who wants to watch over me?

No, fine, I’m not expecting any serious offers, but yes, at present, I could do with someone to watch over me. Fine, its not an exciting blog, but I’m not inspired tonight, probably due to the state of my health!

Sometime early least weekend, I ate something that disagreed with me, badly. No, sadly not a solution loaded with nanites, or anything, something far more dull than that. It was actually Saturday evening before I noticed that I was beginning to feel unwell, so decided to get straight, and get to bed early that night, and hope that cured it.

No, it didnt, and in diplomatic terms, shall we just say I was very ill on Saturday night, and leave it to that, and your imagination. A lot of Sunday was spent in bed, trying to recover, trying to take fluid, but not food. Monday was slightly better, and a sandwich seemed to be fine, so I braved some actual dinner that night, not a good idea. Fine, maybe a small portion might have survived, but someone gave me my normal portion, and being daft, I set to eating it, ah well…led to a relapse Monday night, shall we say?

Yesterday, slight improvement, though I risked nothing more substantial than a sandwich, all the same. Yes, lots of fluid too. Yes, I survived. This morning, a bit brighter, though I passed on breakfast, all the same. A sandwich at lunch time, then chanced cheese on toast, and a yogurt tonight, though nothing more. Yes, thankfully all seems fine. I’ve even coped with 2 appointments today, one to sign on, one to get my feet checked over, and survived that too.

Snag is, tomorrow. Yes, I’ve got a job interview. And yes, fine, however much better I’m feeling, I’m not so sure about that. I should be fine, as fine goes, but you’re talking trying to sell myself for a job, and I’m not sure I’m really feeling that strong! Even more so, given its a complex journey to get there, and back too. But no way do I want to cancel, I need the job, and I’m never sure about trying to postpone these things either?

So you know me, I’ll battle through, not perform, not get the job, and be back to square one, but I guess thats the best way to go?

So fine, I need someone to watch over, and care for me, OK? I know, I know… Mind, if anyone from the Huddersfield area reading this, heading to Bradford tomorrow afternoon (interview is at 4), a lift would be so appreciated. Doctor, or nurse outfit, only optional, honest!

Video, big clue in the blog title!

The need for a split personality

Well, that might not solve the plight I found myself in today, more like the need for a split body, in all honesty. But fine, if someone is offering me a half human, half robot personality, I wont say no! To be honest, I need someone with a replication machine, to save my woes!

Yesterday, via a phone interview, I earned myself a face to face one, in Bradford, next Thursday, for a job in a call centre. I know, nothing exciting, but its a job, and decent pay, so…main snag, doesnt start until May, secondary snag, its a bit of a walk from where my bus would drop me, but anyway…

This morning, I was offered an interview, for a job in Leeds. Yes, you’ve guessed it, I’m sure, next Thursday! This could be got around, if the second interview was in Leeds, just avoid the time of mine in Bradford, right? Right! But this is Capita, and its far too simple to hold job interviews for a job in Leeds, in Leeds. Where? Derby, about 75 miles away! Why? As much as I can gather, this job is a split location role, and the interviews are being done in Derby. So no, cant do it, unless, as I say, a scientist with a replication machine reads this!

So yes, I’ve stuck with the Bradford one, despite it actually having the later starting date. Why? Simple, the pay is about £3-5 thousand a year more, at that one, and secondly, Capita are not renowned for holding on to staff, so if the worst should happen, I’ll probably get a second go at it, sometime soon! Fine, if the wages were similar, then the Capita one appeals more, as its travel related, as opposed to financial services, but anyway…

But yes, if a handy mad scientist is reading this (unlikely, given I’ve got no offers from Wednesday’s posting), with a replication chamber that either works, or needs testing, then let me know. Yes, fine, I’d love a Rotwang/ Metropolis type replication job, but I’ll settle for anything, in all honesty. Could then try to revive the other job application lol.

Right, the video. I’m only amazed I’ve never used this before, maybe this is what I need to get a scientist with ‘interesting’ ideas to talk to me lol!

Any mad scientist need a guinea pig for experiments?

No, I’m not seriously expecting any positive answers, but hey, a girl can dream! Would have to be easier than job hunting, for sure! And yes, open to all suggestions, as long as it either provides some money, somewhere interesting to live, or both! Mind, if the experiment is interesting enough (oh, please!), I probably wont care, or be able to care where I’m living post experiment.

Yes, the obvious would be heavenly, which includes brainwashing, robotization,or mind control, I’d absolutely love it. Mind, if its just temporary tampering with the mind, and/or body, that would be fine, especially if the pay was good.

Fine, if anyone else wants to do anything kinky, or weird to me, for decent pay, or for guaranteed lodgings, I’d be thrilled, temporarily, or longer.

OK, just at the moment, I’d settle for any decent job, or otherwise offer, with contingencies of money, or accommodation, and leave it there. Hey, if some rich guy wants to turn me into his personal ‘Marion Davies’, thats equally fine by me.

But yes, before despair really kicks in, someone offer me something! ‘Interesting’, as above would be heaven, but just about anything…anywhere? Well, maybe…?

No, I dont expect any positive answers, but no harm in trying!

The video, what my senses might be doing, if in a sinister experiment lol!

Losing The Bad Recent Memories?

Yes, I’m still here, alive, and just about kicking. Still a bit bruised at the edges, but I’m still going at present.

Fine, the good news, I’ve been firmly told I wont be needing, in the near future for somewhere else to live. Not quite sure how it all plays out, but I’m told I’m fine. Yes, I’ve put in claims for Job Seekers allowance, and rent benefit, which might help financially at least, so we will see. Oh, and yesterday, I had a job interview, one I rescued from last weeks fiasco. Irony of ironies, at the place I first worked at, up here, in 2005, who made me redundant 4 years later. Doing the job I started off doing there, not the one I was made redundant from, but anyway… I think it went OK, but I’ve thought this before, and been proved wrong, so…I will wait and see!

All the same, if you believe Kanye West (and I’m not convinced I do), I’m not the worst off person around. But yes, his $53 million, is probably about the same as me getting $5,300, so if Mark Zuckerberg is listening, I’m a bargain in comparison lol! Yes, it amused me that someone has started a ‘Fund Me’ account for Mr West, for the full amount, of which it has raised $35, when I saw the post about it. Fine, I’d probably struggle to raise $35 if I started one, but anyway… If anyone wants me to (especially wealthy men, with plenty of money to spare), then shout!

Starting off on a serious note, if anyone wants to offer me work, of any legal kind, try me! I mean, from a practical point of view, call centres, data inputting, customer service, and the like, are the best bets, but I have got retail skills too. Oh, and if anyone wants to offer me something totally out of left field, then I’d love to hear it! Relocate? Absolutely, though I would then require some form of living space to be provided, unless you’re turning me into a robot, in which case, a charging station will do!

Oh, and if any man, or woman out there fancies taking me on, as a partner, servant, or submissive, then feel free to let me know. I’m sure no one is that daft, to want me, but no harm in mentioning it. It probably would take some tampering of the mind to get me interested in sex, but…I’d enjoy the tampering, at least! Yes, fine, living as a robot would be wonderful, but being practical…I guess hypnosis could do it? But hey, being a vanilla partner/wife, might be fun, if anyone feels the urge!

Oh, and right, all those scientists out there, looking for a guinea pig for their interesting experiments, yes please, very available! 😉 Mind control, brainwashing, robotics, neural interface, or anything less exciting, feel free to let me know, I’d love every minute of it!

So as I say, make me an offer, and providing its legal, I might well say yes! Just saying…? 😉

Right, the video. This group is remembered for 1 song, and this isnt it! Yes, wow, a song you may not know, impressive! Shall we say, that if I was brainwashed, or mind controlled, then you could say I was suffering from this?

Reaching the end of the road

OK, so time wise, I did think about leaving this until tomorrow, but I promised people some pretty depressing news, so pledge kept. Yes, I know, a week ago I thought I was hitting that high, but sadly it was just an illusion.

Yes, you guessed it, that job I thought I’d got, just a con. And yes, I was so desperate for a job, that despite the wage screaming at me, as being wrong, I jumped at it. And yes, the security check, and having to pay for it, sounded fair, so I went ahead and done it. I know, bigger fool me, but I need the job!

Anyway, having got to Thursday, when I was promised contact to arrange induction, and further details, and heard nothing, I sent off an email enquiring about this. Then Friday morning, guess what, I got an email from them! But no, not a reply to mine, but the identical email to the one I’d received a week earlier. Mind, given when I’d had no reply on Thursday (all replies previously answered very promptly), I feared the worst, but this just confirmed it. So yes, I took to Google, to try and discover more, and at that point, everything unraveled big time. To cut a long story short, I’d been conned, and fallen for it.

The worst thing, I’d turned down a couple of other assessments, and interviews, because I thought I’d found a job, and then finally discovered, I hadnt. Yes, I did for a while after that contemplate just saying “Oh, blow it”, and bringing an end to it all (Yes, tried it before, many years ago, when I first discovered the whole transgender thing), but I think I’ve got past that point now, but dont quote me on that! So yes, over the weekend, I’ve got back to sending off job applications, and trying to see if I can recover the ones I turned down, so lets hope something comes of it. Not exactly full of hope (understandably), but we will see.

But yes, the biggest snag I have now, is that the money I threw away, I really couldnt afford to lose. So now, instead of having 3 weeks rent that I could scrape together, with a little bit to spare, I now have 2, and a bit more to spare, but not enough for a weeks rent! Even less so, if I have to start paying out for fares to get to job interviews, but anyway…at least getting one, might get me out of a hole, though even then, by the time I get paid… Oh, and strictly, I need some cheap furniture for here too, assuming I’m going to be here long enough to make it matter!

So yes, I’m begging, anyone in a position to help? Money, simply to keep me going, or if you have a small wardrobe, or chest of drawers, that you can get to me, to save me buying one in a charity shop, shout! Its funny, when I asked if anyone would ‘rescue me’ if I needed it, I bet most thought I was just exaggerating things. See, you were wrong!

In a perfect world, I would love to just start all over again, somewhere in the US, and try and build myself a new life, and make this one work. But this world isnt perfect, and besides, I havent got enough for the air fare for most of the US, and thats before the next rent is due on Wednesday! After that…nope!

So yes, understandably, just at this moment, I’m still pretty low. Though as Elton John said, I’m still standing, but only just! And for how much longer? Help!

Right, so now you know, at least. The video, well, I did think about the Elton John one, but given that Bowie died recently, and its a brilliant video, and its apt for how I feel…