I often try to express how I’m terrified of normality and living a standard life but I realised tonight that it all can be summed up with that statement. Unless you’re very lucky we all have to earn money for the rest of our lives to survive. That inescapable fact is something that has recently been haunting the attic of my mind, as I approach the end of my studies. So, if the world has given me this fate then you can be sure I’m going to fight to do it on my terms. I want to love my job. I want to be excited about it. And that’s only going to happen if I do what I love.
I have to work tomorrow.
I’m going to be working for my dad (again, for the third time) for a few weeks and tomorrow I’m sort of getting orientated.
My parents are actually going overseas for 3 weeks. I will have to completely fend for myself like someone who’s all growed up and living in their own house. Which, you know, is probably healthy and a good way to push myself in an independent direction. But to top it off I have to baby-sit my dad’s business. I feel like I have a playdate with myself and I’m going to end up carting around a toy briefcase filled with important scrap paper during the day, then come home, don a floral apron and pretend to be a housewife. Because lord knows my brother is not going to be much of a help.
Anyway, the work I’ll be doing is loosely design based but definitely won’t last three weeks. SO basically I’ll be doing uni work there…which is also probably a good thing considering how dastardly efficient I am at procrastinating at home and I really need to complete some assignments. Oh the joy of having naught but a yearly deadline for my entire course.
The plus side is they’re paying me $600 a week…hell yes. I was extremely and pleasantly surprised considering that is the total I was paid for a lengthy animation job I did for them.
So I might be missing tomorrow - which is fine because it’s actually spoiled-Wednesday when I avoid social media due to Glee spoilers. But I will return at night for the Glee liveblog and to flail over Mercedes being awesome.
Just got a trial job with the design firm! Woo!

Oh! And good news!
I’m so bad at telemarketing that I don’t have to come in for the Saturday shift tomorrow! Yay!
I haven’t sold anything for two days… Weirdly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, I find being bad at telemarketing a success rather than a failure.
Call me melodramatic…
4…but telemarketing is torture to me. You may think I’m being ridiculous when I say this or that I should toughen up, but you don’t understand what happens when my brain and the mundane collide. In short, the world becomes a bleaker place and I have a feeling of intense dread in my stomach that I constantly try to suppress.
You may or may not know that I actively involve myself (not professionally, necessarily, but in some way) in all of the arts. I sing, dance, act, write, paint, draw, I do graphic design, I edit videos, I cook - the list goes on. Creativity is everything to me. It’s everything. And I need it to survive. I am a creative entity.
“I’m like Tinkerbell, Finn! I need applause to live!”
I’m reminded of this Rachel Berry quote. It’s not that I need applause of course but I need expression and creativity.
I know you may think I should find my creativity outside of work but I’m not one that believes in separating work from pleasure. I never want to work for very long in a place that doesn’t fulfil me in some way.
Ok, my first day as a telemarketer and…
10…I need a new job. Now, it’s not THAT bad but I can’t see myself doing it for more than a month. So the job hunt is still on. Eugh.
I think the thing I dread the most is that I have to go in 6 days a week. The shifts are only 5 hours but I am still working 6 days a week and that’s just not cricket. I mean, they only put on 5 hour shifts because you can’t be constantly calling people for too long without offing yourself.
But yes, we already know I would never have gone for this if I didn’t HAVE to do it so I will keep going until I have something else. Please God let there be another job…
So I just got the job. I am, starting at 10:00am tomorrow, a telemarketer.
In the interview the lady actually made it sound like it was legitimately an acting exercise. Like she said she treats the customer like a friend and pretends to have kids or pets or…you know…lung cancer or what have you in order to find middle ground with the customer. I get the feeling I could sing to a customer if I had to. So I actually get to play with it. She said it’s quite relaxed. I’m feeling better about this.
Fuck everything I can’t believe it.
3So I just called up the telemarketers about a job (FYI it’s telemarketing for ‘Australian Discount Holidays”…) and the lady’s like “ok, we’re having an interview for that at 4:00 (in 2 and a half hours), would you like to come to that?” Of course I can’t say no. So here I am going in at 4 o’clock to interview for a telemarketing job.

Can I just say, prior to having a New York trip to save up for, I would never have in a million years gone out for something like this. But this is literally the only thing that gives me enough hours/money and is a position I can actually get. It is unbelievable how many job ‘require experience’ when the tasks are so effing simple. Like WAITING TABLES! I KNOW HOW TO CARRY PLATES YOU TOOLS!
Ugh.

Words of encouragement are welcome…
Ok, the towel has been thrown in. I give up. I'm just gonna be a well paid telemarketer for a while.
I don’t know how someone anticipated it but this is an incredibly accurate list of the things on my mind right now! Witch craft!
To be a telemarketer or not to be a telemarketer? That is the question.
4I have a dilemma. In actual fact I think I’ve come up with a course of action while thinking about what to write but even so I want your opinion.
As you know I will be traveling to New York, New York for New Years and Darren’s show - not to mention numerous other shows and sights. As you also know I have no job currently and no money. I’ve been searching for work but nothing ever comes through. I have a couple of hospitality jobs I could apply for but my complete lack of hospitality experience seems to make me an instant write off (which begs the question ‘how the fuck are you supposed to get experience?’). Not to mention my current resume is self-employment as a graphic designer, an eLeaning developer, and a teacher’s aid for a Korean student camp.
I have this weird education/digital design career path without having any qualifications. Augmented further by my current moonlighting as an after-school Drama teacher on Thursdays. At least my resume is shaping up as good material for a Disneyland Character Actor application, haha. I digress.
Today I made a plea on Facebook asking for any job openings people know of - Facebook is pretty much a fool-proof way to get a job opening in my experience. It turned up results with a friend giving me a link to what is now my dilemma. A job that gives me the money and the hours I was looking for, requires no experience, provides training, is available for instant start and will allow me to save up more than I need for this trip. It’s probably enough to get us to Orlando and WWoHP. HOWEVER, I pretty much have to sell my soul to Satan, climb down into the pit and become a telemarketer for a discount holiday group.
I’m probably a little vain and proud but I consider myself an artist and a talented person. I know it’s incredibly pretentious and I’d probably annoy the fuck out some people for saying this but I have preached to myself time and time again about how I won’t demean myself by taking a job I know to be shitty and, I guess, unworthy of me. Out loud this sounds pompous but it really makes a lot of sense if you apply it to yourself. So, because of this perspective I have, I have caused this dilemma.
I suppose I could apply to these other jobs but to be honest I don’t know if I’ll get a better deal financially.
I’ve tried to put a positive spin on the job. Make it like an acting exercise. Point out that I get to talk all day and interact so it will keep me stimulated. But part of me knows that doing this for months is going to kill me inside a little.
Basically what I think I’ll do is apply to a couple of other jobs tomorrow as well as this and see what happens. I kind of had my heart set on waiting tables - I just love that environment - so that’s just more conflict. This telemarketing is just so secure though…there’s no guarantee I’ll even get it of course.
In conclusion, at least it’s better than working at McDonalds. I think I’d rather not go than work at McDonalds.
P.S. I typed this whole thing on my phone and it was a mega bitch. It’s taken nearly an hour. Clearly I am insane.
Ok, I HAVE to go to New York now. I mean, I already had to but now I HAVE to.
Dear God, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GET ONE OF THESE JOBS!

My boggart would be me, living where I am now, in an average 9 to 5 day job for the rest of my life.
13I am terrified of normality.
My boggart would be me, living where I am now, in an average 9 to 5 day job for the rest of my life.
13I am terrified of normality.

