Being rejected

I feel as though I’ve been seriously lacking in keeping up with my blog posts, in all honesty, I’ve been so busy attempting to get a job, working in a job that hasn’t been overly enjoyable and just feeling too deflated to reflect and create a post. I’ve been to a few job interviews over the last couple weeks, handed out more cv’s than I can afford (printing is not cheap) and almost always never heard back.

There is literally nothing worse than turning up to a job interview, where you have no idea what the job is because the job posting online literally said:

“WE HIRE WORKING HOLIDAY VISA”

and as you sit in the waiting room more and more people keep arriving, and then it hits you; you’re away to partake in a group interview.

Since being in Melbourne I have applied to so many jobs who have never contacted me (who said they would) that I genuinely considered going back around and taking my CV back off of them so that I didn’t have to spend money printing more.

Being on a Working Holiday Visa is an experience like no other. Getting a job becomes nearly impossible because, if you didn’t know, every six months you have to leave. So when a company advertises that a working holiday role is available you grab it with both hands and your best cover letter.

The job hunt has been so awful for myself that I actually considered doing my three months of farmwork (even though Iain and I decided I wouldn’t do it because I can get a visa through him) just so that I could earn some money. Obviously, I did not tell him this as I don’t want him getting any ideas (I don’t want to do the farmwork, this was reiterated to me after hearing horror stories from other people about rats, snakes and huge spiders).

I partook in my first ever group interview this week, I’ve always been told that I don’t speak very loud and somehow I ended up at the back of the room, so I decided to challenge myself to be the loudest person in the room when spoken too. Challenge, I believe, I completed. The weirdest thing about a group interview, is when everyone leaves at the same time, gathers into the lift and stands there in complete silence texting whoever about the same thing everyone else is.

One thing that took me by surprise in the interview was one of the guys turned up in board-shorts. BOARDSHORTS?! I could not believe it when I saw that he also got the job.

The thing is, as much as I search for jobs and complete interviews. These jobs are for the interim and not really what I want to do for the rest of my life, but honestly, I don’t know what that is. I change my mind daily, as a fine art graduate it’s not that easy to see clearly what I’m going to be doing 10 years from now. But whilst I don’t know I need to spend time building myself a portfolio to give me the best chance at getting any job. That’s pretty hard when you’re working full time and trying to enjoy this crazy Australian life!!

I suppose at the moment I feel very frustrated as I’m not sure what I’m striving to be and what my end goal actually is. Help.