![]() It has to take a week.Īnd we all know that we’re supposed to be cultivating our professional network on a regular basis to make sure any potentially useful contacts don’t drop off the radar. (Oddly enough, my first personal Lehmann incident was actually caused by Lehmann Brothers.) It can’t take six months to find a decent role should mine end. Like the First World, I no longer have the financial buffer to survive another personal Lehmann incident. My current role is actually pretty awesome but by no means does that make it safe. You see, in an effort to outrun the dominos, I have been looking for a way to job hunt without actually job hunting. If you’re holding up your end of the bargain by actually committing to regularly dating or setting yourself an application target of ten potential new roles a day then all you actually need from the universe is an open road.īut still… Assuming your underlying conditions are aligned (physical presentation, relevant experience and qualifications, etc), then you just need to pour in a little chaos. Standing there with my overly ambitious product selection, it occurs to me that ‘road opening’ is potentially the most useful spell.Īlmost all acts of practical enchantment are exercises in probability enhancement. ![]() The trick was to work out what would be used the most. Man, I miss Queenstown.īuying one of every incense pack and one of every wash was sadly out of the question. Those ‘remarkable’ mountains should look familiar to you Tolkien nerds. Space was at a super premium in my suitcase because I had just bought a bunch of new work clothes and this particular trip encompassed two theme parties, a family wedding and scuba diving. Wandering up and down the aisles of Original Botanica in the Bronx last month, it became increasingly difficult to decide what to buy. (Technically it was three roles because the BBC asked me which magazine I’d prefer to manage.) So that’s where we went. I interview for two roles in Bristol, one of them by accident, and get them both. Three months of almost daily job interviews? Nothing. No roads.Īnd there really weren’t any roads for me in London at the time. Any attempt to ‘feel’ your way down potential probability pathways was useless. And that’s a brilliant description of what this was like. I remember once a blind person spoke at my school and he said that being blind isn’t like seeing with your eyes closed it’s like trying to see out of your elbow. The last glimmer of magical feeling before the shop closed was during a card reading which spelled out in no uncertain terms that the way was shut. ![]() When it happens it’s like somebody has killed The Oracles. I had to look up colour correspondences. For me at least, depression and sorcery truly do not mix. Every attempt at meditation was an exercise in personal ridiculousness. Tarot trumps became inert pieces of card in my hand. There must have been sixty interviews in those first three months and nothing came of any of them.Īs our life savings dwindled to -and then past- nothing, my desperation and depression became so extreme that I completely lost the capacity to perform any kind of magic whatsoever. ![]() Losing that job was the instigating factor in our move to the United Kingdom and the greatest financial ruin I have ever visited on myself. It’s just gone four years since the first of several redundancies in my personal experience of this most recent apocalypse. This might actually be from a Mini commercial.
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