Between having Netflix marathons of White Collar and desperately trying to come up with more ideas for my story, I have sunk into what I call ‘January Depression’.
This period of time is right after all the excitement of Christmas and New Year when you notice that your trousers are a little tighter than you’d like and all you want to do is stay at home and watch TV because you need to save money. The only times you’ll go out partying is if you hear, “Entry’s free” or “Free drinks all night” and the only times you’ll see your friends is if they invite you around for dinner. Damn you, London travel. (I’m breaking out in hives just looking at the price rise)
After blowing a teeny tiny fortune on Christmas presents and getting drunk on NYE, it’s time for me to put my feet up and gently nurse my bank account back to health. It isn’t looking so good, however, because there are so many other things I have to pay for.
My job is also on the line despite my internship being extended to February (it was originally meant to end January). My hours are being cut down to three days a week, which means less pay. This basically translates to, “SHIT. START PANICKING NOW.”
I’m hoping the app that we’re running does more successfully in these last few weeks because then there’s a better chance of me nabbing a full-time job. If it doesn’t then my boss has to find another job, because he’s paying or this out of his own pocket at the moment.
In good news, if it doesn’t work out my boss has promised to help me in looking for a new job.
Honestly, I don’t even know what I want as a full-time job. I’m having fun running social media/blogging but I don’t know how many opportunities there are out there, at the moment. I would love to have something that incorporates writing in the job description. Obviously, my endgame is to be an author but even hard-nut aspiring authors need a stable income. I hate growing up.