Wrap. Stack. Pack – no thanks.
Job hunting.
That’s me. I’m on the hunt.
At first I was open to pretty much anything – but now I’ve got my heart set on a big ol’ life change.
I live in a tiny village in the English countryside. Quaint, yes. Exiting, no. This week our local papers headline was ”Sheep gives birth.”
Yup. High-octane stuff. Its amazing. No-one seems to know anything about the outside world here. Its a ”Sheep gives Birth” kinda place – subtitle ”Barrack Obama invades Russia” kinda place.
I started looking for Jobs in the employment section recently. It wasn’t long before I realised I probably wouldn’t find what I was after – who was I kidding.
I considered a warehouse job. ‘Wrap, Stack, Pack’ was the title. I could imagine myself on my first day – ”OH! I get it, sorry, its wrap, stack THEN pack..”
So I turned to the internet.
See, I want a job being creative. I want to write stuff. Vague I know. But I want to write stuff that makes people laugh – or think – or both. I’m a guy with very little. I don’t have a degree, or much experience. I’ve got £21 in my bank account and a car that doesn’t work when it rains, and that’s pretty much it.
So I sat.
I sat in front of this computer screen as I do now, and went on some kinda Job hunting rampage. I sat here for hours; applying to every humor writing job I could find – It got to the point where I was filling in forms with ”Sam Drury.26. Hilarious” and hammering the additional notes section with ”I must re-iterate, just how funny I am, Im talking laugh out lound shit your pants funny.”
No response as yet….
Maybe I should try ”please respond to this, my eyes are starting to bleed”
In fact I might even go to these places. I wont drive if its raining, but I’ll go to these places – walk on in there and start writing.
Who knows. Going from A to B might be harder than I thought.
I better take the bus.