I have spent lots of this morning reworking my CV. They’re difficult things CV’s or, at least, I think they are. I thought they were meant to explain who you are and what you’re about and, more importantly yet, what you’ve done with your time to date, work-wise. This seems relevant. ‘Personal statements’ seem cringe-worthy and horrid and irrelevant. (I’m not in HR thankfully so I could be wrong about this.) Anyway, I’ve faffed about with it and have put things in bullet points – which apparently I needed to do – and tried, in short, to make it look cleaner and more efficient. The challenge of it all is that, predictably, I’m a bit crap at all this. When I’ve been reviewing CVs over the years, they’ve belonged (predominantly) to engineers and, trust me, in that instance, you’re just happy if you can make out the overall gist of the thing. (I know they know that spell checkers have been invented but does that mean they use them? Does it buggery.) The main thing I wanted to achieve was to cut out any extraneous waffle because I’m rather better at that than I am at writing what I really need to write. And really, I think the whole thing is a bit preposterous anyway. You can have the world’s shiniest and prettiest CV but it doesn’t mean that you can do the job, now does it? No. No it does not. But at least mine is now a little tidier, a bit less cluttered, and will hopefully garner a bit more interest that it has to date.
Aside from that, there is little of note. Days amble past and I find that I am ambling with them rather than doing anything productive. This worries me slightly but then, to a certain extent, I feel that I’m never going to get these days again, and definitely not in this manner, so perhaps it would be better to flow with them in the long run. The truth is that, honestly, I’m not champing at the bit to get back into an office again. Part of me is revolted at the thought of it and the cessation of my morning walks with the dog and long baths with a book. I know that, in this as in many other cases, I will be fine once I get going but, presently, the getting going is sadly lacking. It’s confirmation of what I’ve always known: when left to my own devices, I tend to float in a comfortable sort of limbo; peaceful and absorbed in whatever has currently caught my fancy. At the moment, my fancy extends to walking my dog and feeding my family; throw in a few books and copious mugs of tea and all is well. However, Dave is talking about family holidays later this year and such things require funding. Given that we’ve never had a family holiday, I find I’m quite ambivalent about the whole thing but I’m prepared to give it a go if it turns out to be something he wants to do. It would certainly be nice to see somewhere different for a little while but, now that I am so settled in my house with my animals and children, the urge to wander has almost completely vanished. Well, except for the idea of leaving Ireland completely which has, I’m afraid to say, been rearing its head in recent weeks. Perhaps this is the sort of thing that occurs to a person when she has to much time on her hands? Or perhaps it’s just the incessant bad news on the radio these days? Or the raging incompetence of the Irish government and its ability to screw everyone over?
Still. For now we are here. And it’s nice.
“don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along listening to all the things you can’t hear and not bothering”
- winnie the pooh
