I didn't get the job...

The blog title says it all, I didn't get the job.... I didn't know I wanted the job but when I saw it I wanted it.

I was perfect for it, I aced the interview, I aced the written task, I aced the presentation... but I didn't get it.

Am I sad? Of course I am.

Am I going to let it get to me? Maybe a little bit....

What is going to make me do? Pull my finger out mostly...

~*~*~Sparkly Sparkly ~*~*~
I spent my entire life wanting to be a journalist. I lived, breathed, edited and dreamt words and stories.
I went to university, I got a degree and then everything went a bit wrong...

money, bereavement, apathy, mice infestation.... it all happened... so I moved.

...and things got a little bit better.

I settled in, I got a job (not what I wanted but a job nonethless, a big win for a recessionista graduate), I met G, the man of my dreams and things ticked along nicely...

until the job.

The job I didn't get. The job that I never knew I wanted until I knew it was there.

And not getting the job has made me think.... Fuck. I need to sort my life out.

Personal life... it's all good. Smiles and happiness, holidays abroad, cups of tea and bacon sandwiches in bed.

Career wise... employed but stilted. Overworked, underpaid, horrifically suited to a job I hate and horrifically far away from the job I want to have. I need to bridge the gap somehow.

Family? Oh gosh that's another topic for another day....

And so, join me if you will, into some ramblings and grumblings, highs and lows, everything and anything that D gets up to.

And maybe if I get enough followers.... I may eat some glitter for your viewing pleasure