Year 28, Day 18: Employment Once More!!!

Congratulations to me!!!

After taking a month off, I am officially once again a contributing member of society!!! Yup. I got a job. I'm offically a London-er, or London-ite? Whatever. I'm employed god-damnit!

The employment, or unemployment, process has been my GREATEST pet-peeve this year and my MOST HATED experience over-seas. (Although 2 big shout-outs to the stalker and the assaulted-on-the-job situations.) Repeatedly I have been told that my Social Work experience in Canada is meaningless, and that employers want UK experience only. I think its my accent. Some people are ridiculously charmed by it. Others hate it. Regardless, this has resulted in me working ridiculous hours in a pub/night club for the majority of my time in the UK.

Now, upon moving to London I decided to avoid the night-club scene. Been there, done that.

First I tried the whole unemployment thing. Unfortunatly a happy-housewife I am not.
And this did not go well, not with the boyfriend, and not with the bank-account.

Then I got a job in a women's clothing store. That career lasted all of 2 days.
It took 3 hours of travel-time getting accross London each day: overground train, walk, underground tube, walk, bus, walk. Repeat to get home. Eff that noise.

So I applied to be a dog-walker. That plan didn't come to fruition either. (Although I do have a friend who now walks dogs in a posh London neighborhood, and her clients include dogs the likes of the CEO of the Fox UK tv network, numerous movie producers, and Emma Watson from the Harry Potter series.)

Finally, I got smart about things - I quit applying for jobs and let the jobs come to me. I tweaked my resume, created a former reference, went on gumtree.uk, and sold myself.... As a nanny.
You perverts.

One day later I had 10 potential employers, I choose one, and SHAZAM! I'm employed!!!!!

As a child-less, niece-less, nephew-less individual who may or may not be afraid of babies - shit could get interesting. I predict a learning curve coming on.

Ah-well, its a 10 minute walk from my house, the family will let me take time off to travel, its cash in-hand (peace-out tax man), they pay for my food, and the best part is - the kids have English accents. Everything is cuter in an English accent! Think circa "Ow! Charlie bit my finger!"