Now, for those who haven’t read my blog for the past two days; I managed to get closer to a job than I have in the whole two months of my job search. It was in a lovely place, the Pink Leaf Indian restaurant. It honestly couldn’t have been a more perfect thing, its literally a thirty second walk from my house!!! However, I digress (always wanted to say that!!!), I wandered into the restaurant by chance yesterday and asked about the waiting job I had seen advertised on the jobcentre plus website; the manager kindly asked me to return in a few hours for a short work trail “to see what I could do”…
Apparently what I can do is panic. A lot. So much so that its difficult to breathe, speak and see (quite important when you’re working behind a bar or as a waitress, I’d imagine). Yes, the minute I stepped out of my front door I was struck with this indescribable feeling of terror, which quadrupled when I actually entered the building…
I estimate that I lasted no more than three minutes at the Pink Leaf before I ran, complaining of an imminent migraine, just managing to get back to my flat before exploding into wild, hyper-ventilated tears. The once again lovely manager offered me another chance - but lets be honest now… how can I go back? Even to eat there now would be a horrendously embarrassing experience. But I suppose that’s life…
So, back to my original point; I’m not going to let this stop me - granted, I intend to stay out of the Pink Leaf - BUT I do not intend on giving up completely; I applied for at least five other jobs yesterday and I have an application to fill in and another one to go pick up tomorrow.
I shall not be beaten by the corporate machine… just by my inability to be a waitress…
Love xoxo
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