Day 3 and still no job.
What a disaster!
I was secretly hoping for a top editor to pop out of nowhere and say,
“Hey kid, I’ll show you the ropes but don’t expect a million dollars...”
I’d turn up in her chaotic office and she’d give me a brisk once over, her eyes narrowing behind her chunky designer glasses.
“For starters I want you to get me a tall, extra dry mocha with a coat of cinnamon and no cardboard handle.”
“Why no cardboard handle?”
“Goddammit, do you need a reason for everything?”
It would be tough but that first task of getting a coffee would lead to numerous published features, vital contacts, invaluable confidence, excellent computer skills and ultimately a best-selling novel.
I know, too many films and not enough degrees!
Meanwhile I’m finding it difficult to begin looking for a flat before I’ve got a job.
Perhaps my Fiancé won’t mind living with his in-laws for a few more wee... mont...years?
Alternatively he could leave me behind for a posh studio and we could text each other from time to time.
We could be like one of those modern couples who have their own separate apartments.
Except my apartment would actually be my childhood bedroom in my Mum’s.
Day four is approaching and there’s bound to be a reply from somewhere soon.
Though I’m slightly worried that if I check my mail one more time the glare of my computer may reverse my laser eye surgery.
I must simply remember that Rome was not built in a day.
Although technically, if the world was only built in 7, then Rome should’ve taken much less than a day.
Like half a quarter of a millisecond.
The time it takes to make a decision to stop procrastinating and do something about not having a job!