Job Hunting is a bitch

I think I am suffering from bloggers block, the ability to think of anything even remotely worthwhile to blog about seems to have waved bye bye to me and is probably enjoying a caravan holiday somewhere on the coast of Bognor. not wanting to leave the old blogging thingy blank for too long I guess I shall just regale you with accounts of my weekend.

As a student rolling in it I am not, so a part time job loomed big on the cards. looking for employment is not fun at the best of times but when the country is gripped in an economic meltdown with thousands losing their jobs it kind of takes the shine off it if you know what I mean.

So friday afternoon I took to the city armed with CV's and a spring in my step (granted this was caused by an ill fitting shoe nevertheless it was still there.)

Places I once scorned with a 'not even if you payed me' sneer (ironic because thats exatly what I want now) seemed to gleam and shine like a possible money cow straight into my bank account. McDonalds golden arches began to resemble welcoming arms, whilst the tills at TESCO I became convinced werea great way to stay off your feet all day and become knowledgeableof  nuitritious foodstuffs.

Ten hours later I have been to nearly every Pizza Hut, Hamburger Union and Gourmet Burger Kitchen, (you notice a pattern here) in London .The spring in my step has now turned into a pronounced limp and I realise how grateful people should be to have a job no matter how unappealing, I am off now to eat some warmed up humble pie.

I hate being without my Ipod

I hate being Ipodless, particularly in the mornings even more so on the mornings where everything seems to be going to shit- dodgy tummy, I can't find the earrings I'm looking for even worse my USB pen -the holy grail (trust me it is when you're a student) decides now is the time to play hide and seek; in my case hiding permanently is all mine is capable of doing.

music therefore is the remedy, the elixir cure for these idiosyncratic nuances that decide to blind- sight me at 8am on a weekday morning.

leaving me free to get lost in the melody or hooks of my favourite tuned is the perfect escape for not having to think about the bigger problems in my life that if I let them may consume me whole.

Why should I have children?

Last weekend whilst watching the BBC’s panelist debate show The Big Question as I often do, the mention of the forthcoming ‘question’ are modern mothers selfish i.e. should they have careers when wanting or having a family, nearly made me shoot my orange flavoured options out through my nose. Surely they did not have to discuss this? Last time I checked we had entered 2009 not 1959.

I am at the age were some might say having a baby should be on the cards soon but others (including myself) would say I am still a child myself.

Babies, just the very word sends me running for the hills. The truth is I have no desire to procreate and have no problem as a woman with saying that. Friends including myself used to think it was something I would grow out of but the truth is I don’t have a mothering bone in my body and don’t feel ‘guilty’ for not having so. I have nothing against women who choose to have kiddies, just don’t look at me like I am the child-catcher from chitty chitty bang bang because I don’t want one either, nor do I appreciate those telling me ‘ahh you will change your mind’, how patronising and annoying. People never question those with a burning desire to have kids, I choose not to have kids ok, I want a career not stretchmarks I want freedom and don’t want to have to be rearing a child into this world for the next 20 years, it won’t fit in with my life plans or exotic holidays.

I can hear the disapproving collective gasps of the bugaboo pushing yummy mummy crowd that dissect every detail of little Edwards hand-painting, ugh I personally couldn’t imagine anything more banal.
Why should women be made to feel as if they are not fulfilling their duty because they aren’t popping out babies like tic tacs? Just because one has the capability of doing something it doesn’t mean they must. Just like life, it’s all about choices and mine includes never having to touch a nappy unless I accidently brushing past one in a supermarket aisle.

Not all females who only hear the pitter patter of tiny feet in their nightmares are cold and child-hating. I certainly do not hate children i am just indifferent toward them
It wasn’t so long ago women fought to separate their identities, however fast forward a couple of decades and suddenly women seem to be happy to regress to outdated stereotypes. I am dreading the day when my friend are happy to talk about baby-food blends and highchair brands 24/7 I know I certainly will not.

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