Today I went all the way up to London to "sign on" with 2 recruitment companies.
One was near Kings Cross and one was near Liverpool Street. I would say that the day started off a bit rubbish, I got plenty of sleep yet still managed to to the typical commuter thing an snooze on the train, that was a good 40 mins wasted, as well as being completely embarressing. What if I snore? Or do that thing where your head suddenly droops and I bang my head on the window or something?
When I got to my first destination I took the wrong turning and ended up a 10 min walk in the wrong direction, not good, and when I got there the lift was broken so I had to go all the way up to the 4th floor via the stairs. It wasn't too bad, but seeing as I don't do a 4 flight stair climb everyday, it did strain my slightly unfit body, and I ended up a bit hot, not like dripping with sweat hot, but one would say I had a "glow". I really should improve that... Anyway, the actual process I think went a little bad as I was required to do a "video CV" I'm kinda ok with the camera bit, but when there's no one actually standing there I get a little flustered. First of all, either the chair was on a slope, the camera was slightly tilted, or I happen to have a wonky face, but lining up my face with the points on the screen was quite challeneging and I actually spent about a min trying to sort that. Secondly I monumentally, for want of a better word, screwed up my actual answers, mainly because I kept forgetting to look at the camera rather than the screen. Bad times.
Second place, again I got lost, again took the wrong turning. Then when I got the the receptionist spelt my name wrong on the little tag thing they give you, my interviewer was late by 15 mins, then she told me to be honest, so I was. Then after about half an hour she said that maybe media sales isn't what I'm looking for. But the thing is, I've looked at it as an option, so I'm willing to go for it, I mean how am I to know that I won't be good at it unless I give it a go? Talk about making me all deflated :/
So I got bored of being in London after that and hopped on the train about an hour earlier than I had planned. And snoozed all the way back to Brighton. I seem to do alot of snoozing on the train. No more job have appeard that I'm capable of doing, coz apparently, if I don't have 300 UCAS points then I'm too retarded, so job apps today equal zero, I did however forward my CV to another recruiter.
Tomorrow is my last day of groupwork, then we're gonna hand the whole thing in, hurrah! I'm so sick of Topps Tiles, just like I'm now sick of shaving products, more specifically King of Shaves. Seriously, our lecturer - Paul Oakley, likes to torture us slowly, as well as beat our morale down to zero. Not to mention the fact that he's either lost our Topps marketing plan draft, or because he decided the leave them in the ever so safe and secure place of being tacked to his office door, someones pinched it, which is annoying coz we haven't had the feedback we wanted. We handed it in EXACTLY how he wanted it, and its dissappeared. When I politely asked him about it via e-mail, because he is never in when he says he's gonna be, he replied 5 days later, being as helpful as a chocolate teapot and insinuating that we hadn't done what we were supposed to do and bound everything together properly, which is stupid coz we damn well did. If I get a bad mark in that module I'm gonna challenge the hell out of it.
All in all today was a bit of a rubbish day D:
Signing Off
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