Should I write my autobiography?
In the meanwhile, we've raided what remains of my retirement accounts, we've used our one UK card, and out of deperation, I've taken a minimum wage clerical assistant job which is driving me nuts. It's like being busted back to my employment situation just after high school. Could it be that I'm the only clerical assistant in the UK with a PhD in biochemistry and a degree in textile design as well? Lord, I hope so. I don't want to wish this on anyone with a significant amount of education and experience.
Now here's what made her say what she said: There's an opening where I work for the head of the Creative Arts Department, and I applied. Talk about a promotion, huh? It's now almost a week past the deadline, and I haven't heard a thing so I assume I've been turned down, but at least they know I'm here and can do morethan I'm doing now.
Actually, since this job' full time, I can't afford to stay in it. I need tome for the non-paying internship. So I've made a deal with the temp agency which is looking for someone new for this job so I can move on to a 4 hr per day data entry job. Then with any luck, and a lot of time spent at the school, I'm hoping to end up doing some kind of work I will enjoy doing.
It has been such a pain to find work in general. The Norfolk area has essentially no garment industry. I've got publishing experience, but I don't know Quark and can't afford to study it until I have decently paid work. It's been 15 years since I left science, and I don't want to go back to it unless as a teacher. But I don't have any teaching credentials, coursewise, though I've taught grad students and med students. Because I hadn't worked in the UK, I had no UK work references, and the temp agency said that very few employers would hire you for anything without them! So finally I took this clerical assistant job just for the UK work reference, though whether it will be positive or not I haven't a clue because I can't hide the fact that the job bores me to tears! Not literal tears yet, but I've come close.
There was a very good reason I didn't go into office-type work in the first place. It doesn't suit me and I don't suit it. I hate dressing up for work and dressing in what I consider boring clothes.
Enough. I'm going to depress myself if I go on this way, which is called whinging (rhymes with hinge) and is highly disapproved of here. I have GOT to find the folks here who think like me if I'm to go anywhere at all. I know there must be some in Norwich.