Collated all my blogs. Fairly pointless having 3 when I really just need tags. Duh.

My life so far- my heel is throbbing after wearing stupid shoes to an interview and scraping of a 10p sized chunk of skin off said heel. And no, they weren't stupid because they were fashionable (miss) high (miss) or even remotely too tight (miss). They just rubbed.

Which brings me to my second point, that of shoes. As a girl of 5'9" and a not unreasonable size 9 shoe size (any smaller and I'd topple over more often than at present) why can I not find shoes that fit? Today I spent 4 hours in town trying to find a size 9. Of the 8 shops I tried (there was a lot of wandering in between them) only two stocked a size 9 at all. Of these two, one had a limited range (3 of the 9 styles I liked came in a size 9) and of those 3 only one was actually ever in stock (and the sales lady told me once it was sold they weren't re-stocking) and it was too narrow. The other, sadly, stank of child labour and Impulse body spray but did have an impressive array of size 9 shoes AND a separate wide fit section which also went to size 9. How do size 10 girls do it?! I came away with one pair of boring, uninspired, fairly cheap black shoes. One day Jimmy Choo, you will make a size 9 and it will fit and I will be able to afford it.

In other news I have developed an unhealthy addiction to a certain US cop show, and wish now to forget my previous endeavours and become a glamorous detective.

Failing that, I had an interview yesterday and the bloke told me to call HIM after I'd had a think. Hmmm. New way of getting staff? Very weird. Something doesn't smell right and after recent work-related disasters I'm wondering if I should listen to my gut.

Since I handed in my dissertation (4th Sep, 3 days before the deadline check me out for once!) I've been applying for jobs. Career jobs. Even if they are starting positions making the tea. I don't care as long as I can work my way up and pay off my loan at the same time.

I got rejected from my dream job- developing links between Embassies and science research abroad. Sadly I didn't get feedback as to why I failed, despite requesting the information. Some firms are so busy it's not helping the little people clawing to get in.

Nevermind though. As my tutor said, get in then go sideways. A bit like crabs, but slightly more welcome at a party. Hey, I ORGANISED the party.

(I did - MBS Summer Ball 2009.)


Sorry for my writing style tonight, teensy bit hyper for no apparent reason.