I feel like I've applied for a gazillion jobs. Seriously. You would not think that having reception, admin, call centre, retail and an advanced degree would make it so hard to find a job. My fingers are crossed in the hope that my loan payments will not fall into arrears, but my breath is not held.
In other news, I keep bumping into Scandinavians. First there were the Swedes on the train chattering away in a Southern accent, then the Norwegians in town (Liz, Cat etc should remember this) after the beer festival (great event, amazing atmosphere, fantastic ales) who requested a photo because we were English. Is it a sign, or just the football?
I'm understanding more Swedish now, forming my own sentences now I have a better idea of the grammar. I'm not great at recalling words but when I see or hear them I understand. Sadly my French isn't improving, mostly because I haven't been studying.
Showing posts with label fees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fees. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
2 weeks to go
I start my course on the 22nd of September. I'm in a flap because I still have no idea whether my loan application has been successful or not. If the worst comes to fruition I suppose I can switch to a part-time studentship and get a full time job instead of working part time.
Tomorrow I have an interview with a temping agency for a collections position for a solicitors; apparently the role is far more relaxed than my previous similar role which is a relief. Fingers crossed I get it. It's only for 4 weeks, but if I impress them they may want to take me on full-time, and 4 weeks work is 4 weeks work however you look at it.
Meanwhile, my flatmate-to-be is applying through clearing to do some developmental or social Psychology which is great. We're trying to find just the right flat, but the nearer I get to term starting the more useless I become. Just yesterday I managed to write down the name of the street we needed to find wrong, and became quite annoyed at myself when I realised, an hour too late, that I had totally invented the spelling. No wonder we got lost.
I'm starting to get nervous now. It really can't be that hard, can it?
Tomorrow I have an interview with a temping agency for a collections position for a solicitors; apparently the role is far more relaxed than my previous similar role which is a relief. Fingers crossed I get it. It's only for 4 weeks, but if I impress them they may want to take me on full-time, and 4 weeks work is 4 weeks work however you look at it.
Meanwhile, my flatmate-to-be is applying through clearing to do some developmental or social Psychology which is great. We're trying to find just the right flat, but the nearer I get to term starting the more useless I become. Just yesterday I managed to write down the name of the street we needed to find wrong, and became quite annoyed at myself when I realised, an hour too late, that I had totally invented the spelling. No wonder we got lost.
I'm starting to get nervous now. It really can't be that hard, can it?
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Fundraising Ideas
The funny thing about this situation is that considering the course is at the Business School, I feel I should have a natural business intuition.
So why am I having difficulty coming up with the money?
I've approached several of the largest companies nationwide only to receive a polite but firm "No, sorry we have our own graduate training scheme." I've tried my local education authority. They sounded very pleased to hear from me, then revealed that postgraduate funding is only available for PGCE students. I've approached the university and the deadline was in May- which was before I got my act together this year and even thought of further study.
I worked out that I can do it easily if I take out a career development loan for £8,000 and work 15 hours a week at £9 an hour; so I contacted my old team leader at the bank and she said she'd send details of how to get back in. Of course the question does remain... how do you do a 35 hour week at university, 15 to 20 hours at a mind-numbing and incredibly depressing job and write papers that make sense?
The alternative is to have a sale, auction off bits and pieces such as the sandstone artwork that got me into uni aged 18.
I could auction off my time, e.g. for cleaning or general handiwork. My neighbour already needs the bay window roof sealing properly.
I have a vague knowledge of style (despite my own dress sense) and can put together looks on paper for people. £5 a pop?
I can chauffeur people in my battered Punto as long as the price of fuel doesn't continue rising, and they don't mind the outside of it looking a mess. Somehow, this one stinks of being a non-starter.
I could sit in a bathtub of beans and give a portion to charity- or milk and make my pale, pale skin even paler.
I could canoe for miles as an endurance thing, or join an incredibly fit friend on a training run- just for the sponsorship and so that everyone could have a laugh at me.
I could busk in the town centre; the slight problem being that I can't sing (I'm flat) and can't play any musical instrument. Perhaps the triangle?
I could organise a fundraising night, with entry costs contributing to my fees and negotiate a percentage from drinks sales, perhaps even have a sale there.
Hell, I could even do my own photo-shoots with people. Of course, I'd do hair, make-up, styling and photography, but charge only a fraction of the fee professional studios charge. It would be a bargain basement deal for the cash-strapped in need of pampering for an afternoon.
What do you think?
So why am I having difficulty coming up with the money?
I've approached several of the largest companies nationwide only to receive a polite but firm "No, sorry we have our own graduate training scheme." I've tried my local education authority. They sounded very pleased to hear from me, then revealed that postgraduate funding is only available for PGCE students. I've approached the university and the deadline was in May- which was before I got my act together this year and even thought of further study.
I worked out that I can do it easily if I take out a career development loan for £8,000 and work 15 hours a week at £9 an hour; so I contacted my old team leader at the bank and she said she'd send details of how to get back in. Of course the question does remain... how do you do a 35 hour week at university, 15 to 20 hours at a mind-numbing and incredibly depressing job and write papers that make sense?
The alternative is to have a sale, auction off bits and pieces such as the sandstone artwork that got me into uni aged 18.
I could auction off my time, e.g. for cleaning or general handiwork. My neighbour already needs the bay window roof sealing properly.
I have a vague knowledge of style (despite my own dress sense) and can put together looks on paper for people. £5 a pop?
I can chauffeur people in my battered Punto as long as the price of fuel doesn't continue rising, and they don't mind the outside of it looking a mess. Somehow, this one stinks of being a non-starter.
I could sit in a bathtub of beans and give a portion to charity- or milk and make my pale, pale skin even paler.
I could canoe for miles as an endurance thing, or join an incredibly fit friend on a training run- just for the sponsorship and so that everyone could have a laugh at me.
I could busk in the town centre; the slight problem being that I can't sing (I'm flat) and can't play any musical instrument. Perhaps the triangle?
I could organise a fundraising night, with entry costs contributing to my fees and negotiate a percentage from drinks sales, perhaps even have a sale there.
Hell, I could even do my own photo-shoots with people. Of course, I'd do hair, make-up, styling and photography, but charge only a fraction of the fee professional studios charge. It would be a bargain basement deal for the cash-strapped in need of pampering for an afternoon.
What do you think?
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