London Town the Savvy City

So I bailed on the job, and crashed at Dave’s for the wk. then I moved I to the backpackers called ST James. First wk. of unemployed involved job hunting and house hunting….then Park hoping… with no luck of success, on a plus side I have been getting interviews, just not landing the jobs. For some someone who has only worked for 3 organisations since they were 14, job interviews are like dates,

Sweaty. Clamy and awkward…. (probs why I am not getting jobs).

 

Anywhoo the last 2 weeks involved backpackers, Hilton hotel, job interviews, but most importantly NEW FRIENDS and good times…..

Backpackers with Frenchies, Aussies, Yanks, Swedish, Italian and the rest…. But Origin on Wednesday was Epic, best fun in a long while, 11am kick off, double pints, NSW WINS, house viewing in the bronks, (lucky I was drunk) 11 pm home, after pashes n dashes (baby steps), meeting lots off ppl, it was time to get food and home, which involved meeting a new Patrick on the tube, and eating maccas with Elise and Patrick to end up back at the hostel to book another week. (Clearly I was having so much fun at the hostel).

London is savvy and competitive when it comes to jobs and house hunting. And doing both at the same time is one tuff cookie. Yes I could have gone to a pub and got another job, but I spent 18months in a job that I didn’t like so I didn’t want to do the same in London when I have 2 years, so I didn’t, I played and partied and attend house viewings drunk (thank god), attended job interviews hungover.

I started to freak out a lil that I am spending all my money in London focusing on jobs and house, and will run out before I see Europe. To the extent I was looking at flights home. Yes everyone goes through this stage but I guess some are more extreme cases than others, but Karen an artist who is English born but lives in France gave me some words of advice. (Mother words, and she told her own daughter this)

‘I need to not focus on one thing, like house n job, but other opportunities and options’. So that day I was a teary mess I went to the park to ponder on her words. I came up with a solutions and Plan B C D E F…… actually not sure what plan this was...

Mind you my days did involve job/hunting to cider o’clock at a pub each day to, museums, Hyde Park, cycling, jack the ripper tour to cider o’clock…

So plans, I am still waiting on an outcome of my Dream job, but at the same time I can’t sit and wait for dreams jobs to come, so I decided I want to travel and work for food and bed, around Europe then maybe come back and give London a 2^nd time, (don’t think it’s our time to be professional equated). I land a working holiday off the west coast of France, and then Pamplona I landed a gig of a life time ‘Ground Crew’ so working on camp site for a travel company for  running with the bulls just so you know.

I also have been reminded, not only grateful having family in the UK who are willing to hold all your stuff, and reminisce their travels 18 years as they did what I am about to do. So lets see where the wind takes me.