It's no secret that I'm looking for a new job. My manager knows, my colleagues know, I've been dubbed with the amusing nickname Captain Jumpship© by one of my fellow acting colleagues (I'm determined to write a series of best-selling children's books based on this character, which he has promised to sue me for unless I give him a 50% share of the profits. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.) Since I arrived back in the big city I've had one promising but ultimately fruitless job audition (it was an acting job) and multiple applications without response.
It is at these times that unhappiness rears its melancholy head and my trademark smile fades somewhat. Not permanently, of course, and the resulting waves of elation/mild sadness which can change hourly make me feel somewhat bipolar.
Of course opportunity is everywhere and I'm pretty certain that when I do find a new career it will be exactly what I need. And until then there is always the odd audition to keep my spirits up. Had one this afternoon for Rowntrees (the sweet company owned by Nestlé) for a fruit pastels advert. I didn't sign a non-disclosure so I see no reason not to tell you that much, but I'll refrain from saying more because that would spoil any surprise if I did get the part.
