Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some daaaay.

For the first time in quite a while, I am on a job hunt. Bleeeehhhh. I hate job-hunting. When it comes to selling my good qualities, I am absolutely terrible. I just had to write a blurb about myself for the Stand Up For Africa staff page and I found it so difficult. I know that I have useful skills but the whole job-hunting process just feels so soul-less, and even if what I write in my CV or covering letter is true, I feel like I’m making it up because the process is so fake.

I’m really going to miss my support worker job over the summer. Roll on September, I say. It’s one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done and I’m actually good at it. I rarely feel as though I’m good at the things I do. Usually I just have this feeling that I’ve scraped by, but not with this.

Mmm. I’m currently at my boyfriend’s house, sorting out all of our clothes. He’s interning full-time at Banyak Films, so seeing as I’m between jobs I agreed to sort it all out. I’m putting on the campest gay anthems I have on iTunes and getting to it. Any moment now. Yep.