Nixdminx
The life and times of a happy go lucky blogger in London
Where's my work mojo baby?
Categories: funny, London

Alas, this story of my job hunt has less twists and turns than the M1. I’ve become more of a caravan on the hard shoulder than a Porsche in the fast lane – but this could turn out to be a case of the tortoise and the hare I suppose!

It’s not for the want of trying that I’m still at home job hunting, as you can see from my older posts, I’ve been trying to get a foot in the door at lots of places. But still, it’s hard not to think ‘Why me?’.

Last week I had lunch with a dear dear friend, she’s called Roofy-roof in our household, christened by Miniminx when she was toothless.

Roofy – she does have teeth! – is in fact one of the most extraordinary people I know and deserves a bit SHOUT on my blog for being so fab. HELLO YOU!. We first met 9 years ago, and I remember it very well because I was 7 and a half months pregnant, hiding my bump under a massive fake fur wrap and trying to blag a job in her start up (the shame of it – ha ha!). We had an informal interview over coffee and got on like a house on fire. I thought I’d pretty much bagged the job, but I hadn’t dropped the bomb just quite yet.

As we left the coffee house on Old St (home to virtually every dot com start up that ever was) she clocked my body profile and I could only grin inanely, hoping my waters wouldn’t break…

Her mouth formed a sideways capital O, and while she was rendered speechless, I filled in the blanks and explained that it was her lucky day and she would essentially be getting two for one if she gave me the job (see, it’s the way you spin it!).

After a few more meetings, and several months after Miniminx arrived, we started work together in the those crazy boom and bust times which pale into insignificance against the back drop of the 21st century credit crunch carnage, but hey it was all last century and at least we live in interesting times.

So back to the 21st century and a nice little eaterie in Covent Garden. We ordered lunch and caught up on our general gossip; life, love, friends, foes, shopping and travel. Then came, the ‘So let’s cut the crap, what’s really going on’ bit, and I was a bit grumbly about the work situation.

‘I don’t know if I can go back to agency life, I want to do my own thing, but I don’t quite know what it is yet’ I whinged
‘Come on, you do have to get a job, it’s not like you have much of a choice’
‘There are jobs out there but they’re a big step down in salary’
‘Maybe you’ll have to bite the bullet’
‘But I really like blogging, it’s fun’ I whined
‘Well see if you can make a living doing it, maybe you can’
‘Oh I dunno, I doubt it’ what a moaner!
‘Well a job will be the only option then’
‘Hmmm, none of them really excite me though, nothing floats my boat’
‘Oh dear’
‘Is there something wrong with me?
‘I know it! I know what’s wrong with you!’
‘What, please enlighten me?’
‘Well I think it’s obvious, you’ve lost your work Mojo’
‘Oh my god, you’re right. My work Mojo is nonexistent’
‘Yeah, it’s obviously gone’
‘I’m like Austin Powers – how am I going to get it back?’
‘Search me’
‘Yeah, I dunno either…’

Roofy was right, as I pen this, I realise, if I can get a job heavily pregnant I can do anything (Roofy-roof is always right). So I am cranking up a gear and I’ve set a mental deadline of two more months to get it in the bag.

And hey ho, what do you know, I have a job interview today. I’ve got 30 minutes to sell myself and I’ll be competing against a lot of candidates.

I’m nervous and scared but that’s a good thing, because I want it. I’ve done my homework, I’ve got some ideas, I’m writing a little checklist, printing off the job spec and CV to take with me (on the back of school newsletters to recycle paper no less).

While the odds maybe stacked against me, at least I’m out there trying. I’ve pulled off bigger feats than this before and even though times are tough, I’m going to pull out all the stops, make a big effort and rise to the occasion.

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7 Comments to “Where's my work mojo baby?”

  1. good luck. I think I’ve lost my work mojo too. Just too knackered at the mo.

  2. Friends like that are great for boosting confidence levels. Go for it!

  3. Angela says:

    Nice to hear Roofy is still always right. Hope you get your mojo back, but not too soon.

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