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Dec. 16th, 2008 04:21 pmToday's success: 1000 words of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide.
Today's failure, which rather outweighs today's sucess: being rejected for a job less than eighteen hours after I applied. Seriously, it took me longer to write the bloody thing than it took for them to reject it.
Given that nothing about my being a baby lawyer, or indeed nothing about my having left school, has gone enormously well so far, I have decided I need a new career. I used to want to be a writer, but I'm probably not cool enough. I can't be a waitress, I was very bad at it. I would be a terrible doctor, teacher or engineer. I'm a very good independent bookseller, but alas, there is no demand, there are no independent bookshops. I am considering being a tree surgeon. Or a deep sea fisherwoman, or a submariner, or one of those people whose job it is to explode mountains prior to mining operations.
(I met a submariner recently, actually. It was a on train going up to Newcastle, where a small boy was breathlessly questioning a man in a Royal Navy uniform. "You were on a SUBMARINE? Where were you?"
"Sweetheart," said the man, "I have no idea, it was really dark.")
...actually, I want to be a criminal lawyer, so help me God. And I would've hated that job like sinthough could have done with £96,000, ahahahah. (That said, I can't seem to get jobs that would pay me a tenth of that, so, you know.) And I don't know why this is so difficult - criminal lawyer! people are always hitting other people on the head! All the goddamn time!
But while I'm entertaining other possibilities, please to be suggesting them, it will keep me happy while I finish offyuletide, finish off another three applications, ring up the Merseyside Crown Prosecution Service, and actually start thinking about revising for the exams I have in, ooh, a bit more than three weeks.
Just... yeah. Career-and-academia wise, I do feel an awful lot like I'm just not doing very well at anything. Someone tried to tell me recently that what I really ought to do is be called to the bar. To which my response is, I would, if it weren't for the fact I enjoy eating and like to do it more than once a day.
Argh, whatever. Maybe it's time for the second bath of the day.
yuletide. Today's failure, which rather outweighs today's sucess: being rejected for a job less than eighteen hours after I applied. Seriously, it took me longer to write the bloody thing than it took for them to reject it.
Given that nothing about my being a baby lawyer, or indeed nothing about my having left school, has gone enormously well so far, I have decided I need a new career. I used to want to be a writer, but I'm probably not cool enough. I can't be a waitress, I was very bad at it. I would be a terrible doctor, teacher or engineer. I'm a very good independent bookseller, but alas, there is no demand, there are no independent bookshops. I am considering being a tree surgeon. Or a deep sea fisherwoman, or a submariner, or one of those people whose job it is to explode mountains prior to mining operations.
(I met a submariner recently, actually. It was a on train going up to Newcastle, where a small boy was breathlessly questioning a man in a Royal Navy uniform. "You were on a SUBMARINE? Where were you?"
"Sweetheart," said the man, "I have no idea, it was really dark.")
...actually, I want to be a criminal lawyer, so help me God. And I would've hated that job like sin
But while I'm entertaining other possibilities, please to be suggesting them, it will keep me happy while I finish off
yuletide, finish off another three applications, ring up the Merseyside Crown Prosecution Service, and actually start thinking about revising for the exams I have in, ooh, a bit more than three weeks.Just... yeah. Career-and-academia wise, I do feel an awful lot like I'm just not doing very well at anything. Someone tried to tell me recently that what I really ought to do is be called to the bar. To which my response is, I would, if it weren't for the fact I enjoy eating and like to do it more than once a day.
Argh, whatever. Maybe it's time for the second bath of the day.
