My days of going out and getting leathered for most of the weekend are long since gone. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the amount of times I’ve woken up feeling a little worse-for-wear over the last couple of years. Although you can’t beat a bit of drunken tomfoolery, I can’t say I miss the traditional ‘Saturday night out on the tiles’ and one thing I certainly enjoy living without is a condition I christened ‘Sunday Syndrome’.
Whilst some people sleep log-like following the consumption of copious amounts of beery fizz-pop, I always wake up really early after a night out. I guess the dehydration sets it off, but I usually get up at around 8am, even if I haven’t rolled into bed until 3am. Five hours sleep and a bit of a thick head would leave me feeling very delicate and for the rest of the day, I'd be festering and feeling very sorry for myself, whilst doing as little as possible.
However, despite not doing a thing all day and having had very little sleep the night before, I would be unable to get to sleep on a Sunday night.
Today’s job-search reminded me very much of those old ‘Sunday Syndrome’ days and it’s been one hell of a long shift. I woke up just after 8 and haven’t left the house all day. The saddest part of all this is that I haven’t actually had a single moment of human interaction all day long, which is a pretty desperate situation to be in.
Over the last 24 hours, I’ve compiled a database of ‘The Times 100 Best Employers 2010’ and have begun to visit the websites of each in order to make some more very time consuming applications.
I’ve applied for two jobs with Boots …one as a Team Administrator and one as a Commercial Administrator – both of which are based in Nottingham . Manchester
Closer to home I’ve applied for a number of further jobs via agencies, but I also found out the bad news that I haven't been shortlisted for a Project Administrator position I applied for via another agency. ...At least no-one can say I’m not trying!
Whilst I’ve been researching and applying for jobs today, I’ve had the television turned up a little higher than usual for a bit of ‘company’. But just 12 days in to this routine, I’m already fed-up of seeing other peoples homes being done up, diet tips, cook-off’s and I'm sick of the sight of the bloody ‘Duke’ David Dickinson! For heaven’s sake…I even had to endure Louie Spence waxing the hair off five hairy arses this morning! (Some bum hair removal wax road-test or something?). Thank the good lord above for sending us his angel Holly Willoughby!
To break up the day, I spent about two hours cleaning the house which I found strangely therapeutic. A bit of dusting, skirting-board-wiping, sweeping, mopping and hoovering doesn’t sound like much of a rest, but it was just what I needed to get away from the constant application forms and online tests.
Fingers crossed I won’t suffer the traditional nightfall symptoms of ‘Sunday Syndrome’ when I roll into bed tonight and that despite having not left the house all day, tomorrow will bring some rewards for the hard work I’ve put in today.
Many blessings,
Jason
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