Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Crushed Bones



Yesterday was a disappointing day on a personal note. I had an interview at a local parish Church for a parish secretary. I dressed smart, thought the interview went well and then discovered I didn't get the job. It is all becoming very disheartening when I can't get a job as a parish secretary even though I am a parish secretary already. I seem to get a lot of interviews and then people meet me and it all goes down hill from there. It wasn't a full time job, part-time, three days a week, but the income would have been helpful. It's almost as if I've got the word 'unemployable' stamped on my forehead, just that I can't see it. I wore a tie, combed my hair. Today I'll be applying for a job in a funeral directors.

Still, things could be a lot worse. I could getting spayed with rounds of live bullets indiscriminately by Libyan forces or be trapped in a building in Christchurch, New Zealand following an 6.8 scale earthquake. Say a prayer for them, the victims, the finding of those trapped, for those who have lost loved ones and for the eternal rest of the dead. Poor Libyans too. Both the Anglican and Catholic Cathedrals of Christchurch are now in ruin. The Transalpine Redemptorists of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer have pictures of the Catholic Cathedral, the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament, before and after...all...very...depressing...I think you'll agree.

If you want to say a prayer for employment for me as well, that would be much appreciated.

10 comments:

stopbeingstupid said...

*hugs* Very sorry to hear you didn't get the job.

Please don't see it as a reflection on yourself. Remember that there are huge numbers of applicants for every job in the current economy. :(

Maybe you should ask the interviewers for feedback, see if they can help you improve your interview technique.

Good luck. You're in my prayers.

Tim said...

Chin up Bones - I'll light you a candle to St Joseph the Worker tomorrow.

An employer said...

With your social concern and faith why not a care worker? This would certainly give impact and credibility to your religious beliefs. They discourage smoking. This can cling to clothes and is a minus point at interviews.

berenike said...

Perpetual novena to St Joseph?

Sympathy and a prayer. Would buy you a beer as well but for the logistical problems.

anthony said...

Will pray for you, Lawro.

Mulier Fortis said...

I'll certainly say a prayer or two while I'm away at Ampleforth! Good luck, and don't lose heart...

georgem said...

If it's the job I think it was, then it's worth knowing that
in the last few weeks the longest serving and most loyal server has gone, the Deacon of 14 years is going and the parish secretary's job is up for grabs.
Say no more.
Except for one thing. I'm not sure you really know what you want. Do I detect constantly shifting sands?
This wouldn't be helping you in interview.
I wonder if the Job Centre has a mentoring service tailored towards interview techniques. I suggest this humbly as one of the worst interviewees in the Universe. Picture a hyperventilating goldfish and you wouldn't be far off the mark.

georgem said...

The Argus today, page 45, a National Council for the Training of Journalists course beginning April. Don't know if it costs anything or if the ad is online.

The Bones said...

Hi George, I've already got the NCTJ in Magazine Journalism. Did it in 2001.

Pete said...

I was thinking of doing that NCTJ thing- a lot of my friends took it and went on work in the media. Obviously a few of them didn't. They abandoned all contact with the outside world, became weird unemployable types, struggled with gay urges, went mental, and then converted to Catholicism - the world'snumberonereligion for mentalits and gays - goingon to spend the rest of their lives 'writing' about how messed up everyone else is in a vain bid to prove they could have been jounralists but for some Austen Inverleigh funded conspiracy. hahah you're such a predictable git

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