Day 11 - 333 Part 2

Sophie is back in school again. Emma is flying as usual. Once I have dropped the girls off I decide to ignore the chaotic counter top and tip of a table. It's down to business and it's before 9:30 a.m. Armed with my laptop, a plate of toast and peach jam and strong cup of coffee I take to the job sites. There are a few new postings out there and I decide to tackle them head on. I customise my cover letter. I tweak my CV. I tailor my experience based on each new role I apply for. By 11 o'clock I have applied to 3 jobs and found 3 more promising ones. I am on a roll (or should I say, on a piece of toast!). I decide to be more brash in my approach, more brazen in my tone. I need to sound more confident, I need to prove that after such a long break I've still got what it takes!

To complete the treble, I also call up 3 recruitment agencies. One of them I sent a CV to last week. Two are new. For the first one, I get a land.
"Oh, yeah, ehmm, that position is no longer available, it's been filled... [and after a pause] Sorry about that!" Ya right. Well, can you not update your flaming website then, lazy Larrietta? Do you have any idea how many hours I slaved over that CV and letter, to get it just right? Of course I bite my polite Irish tongue and say (cleverly):
"Oh."
And after a pause:
"And do you have anything similar at present?"
"Tell you what, I'll look through our data base and if anything comes up I will let you know."
Promising. NOT. She didn't even take my number. As I insist and repeat it to her I have the distinctive feeling she is clicking her nails off the receiver and not writing it down. OK, she has it on the CV, but what if it was a different number I wanted to give her? She gave me no more attention than the man on the moon usually does.

But onwards and upwards. We will not let that cow in her little ivory agency demotivate us.
I dial another number straight away, must not give up now.
The second lady sounds more sympathetic to my cause, she takes my number, repeats it back, also takes an email address and urges me to send on my CV. Decidedly more promising.
The third agency is busy, I leave a message. I repeat my number twice, speak it onto the machine slowly. You never know.

And so I wait. Wonderful Rory is out for the week. The washing is piling up. The girls aren't home for another 2 1/2 hours. I'd better get to that ironing and start on the lunch... Humpfff. Sometimes I hate the monotony that is housework. I keep my phone on vibrate as I hoover the day away...