Starting...now.
No, really.
Today was a big leap forwards. Or backwards, maybe. I'm still not sure.
The temp contract finished last week, and other than a bit of bar work (and a recruitment consultant paying me 13 quid to edit a content entry) I'm pretty much unemployed. This is not a state I like, nor one I feel comfortable with. It's also something I've been trying oh so hard to change.
Last week, I thought I had my chance.
I applied for a billion jobs, some of which sounded awesome. One of these was designing a program(me) for young people to do some volunteering in the community. Sound like something I'd love? That's because it is. It's a combo of a charity and a leadership conference and an activist stance for a cause I believe in. 2, actually. Young people and volunteerism.
There's a catch. Lately, it seems, there's almost always a catch.
It's a 6 month contract. Which means in 6 months I'll be back in the same position that I'm in now. Which isn't so bad because, as was pointed out to me by a wise friend, I'm currently where I am now. But. The job allows for no time off. At all. That, combined with the awkwardness of the shift pattern (not Mon - Fri 9 - 5) means softball, the bar job (shuddup, it's grown on me) and any time off for small trips are out the window. It also means that I'd have to miss the weddings of 2 very dear friends, back home in Canada.
I want a long term, ongoing job. One with a holiday allocation and a pension and maybe a nice built in gym. When I applied for the job, The website mentioned none of the drawbacks. It even explicitly stated it was a permanent job. I wouldn't have applied otherwise.
I called it a dream job, and the job itself is. But everything else about it stinks. And now, I have no idea what to do.
I have until Tuesday to decide.
Shall I go towards the light?
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