Monday. The start of a new week. I'd been in East Dulwich for three nights now but my sleep patterns were still adjusting. On Sunday, I'd woken at 8am and had tried to stay awake but my eyelids had other plans. Before I knew what was happening, I'd dozed off. When I woke again, it was two in the afternoon.
Fortunately, this morning I was in a more vigorous disposition. Still flagging somewhat, I nevertheless had the energy to drag myself out of bed at nine-thirty. I was out of the house by ten. To stay perked up, I prescribed myself a Starbucks hot chocolate.
I commuted to the library. It was busy but I found a desk that was unoccupied. Probably because the plug socket was under the floor and I had to poke my wrist through a hole in the carpet and wriggle around a bit to find it. One day I'd write a book about my career change and would feature all the little niggles that I'd overcome along the way.
Once powered up, I set about listing the actions I'd agreed with Sarah and then started with one of them. I had to run through all the people I knew and identify those with jobs that I found interesting. Then, I had to try and chat to them to learn more about what they did.
I selected eight people and sent out some messages. Graham, a magazine and website editor replied first although he was modest about his experience. We chatted for a while, mostly about other things. I sent some more emails. The afternoon flew by and five o'clock came around fast. I had a LinkedIn response from an ex-colleague and a Whatsapp message from my friend Fi, who I agreed to talk to later in the evening.
It didn't feel like I'd achieved very much but the day could've gone worse. I decided to walk most of the way home to tire myself out and hopefully sleep soundly. Now that I'd moved, finding work was my main priority again. I'd need all the energy I could get.
Fortunately, this morning I was in a more vigorous disposition. Still flagging somewhat, I nevertheless had the energy to drag myself out of bed at nine-thirty. I was out of the house by ten. To stay perked up, I prescribed myself a Starbucks hot chocolate.
I commuted to the library. It was busy but I found a desk that was unoccupied. Probably because the plug socket was under the floor and I had to poke my wrist through a hole in the carpet and wriggle around a bit to find it. One day I'd write a book about my career change and would feature all the little niggles that I'd overcome along the way.
Once powered up, I set about listing the actions I'd agreed with Sarah and then started with one of them. I had to run through all the people I knew and identify those with jobs that I found interesting. Then, I had to try and chat to them to learn more about what they did.
I selected eight people and sent out some messages. Graham, a magazine and website editor replied first although he was modest about his experience. We chatted for a while, mostly about other things. I sent some more emails. The afternoon flew by and five o'clock came around fast. I had a LinkedIn response from an ex-colleague and a Whatsapp message from my friend Fi, who I agreed to talk to later in the evening.
It didn't feel like I'd achieved very much but the day could've gone worse. I decided to walk most of the way home to tire myself out and hopefully sleep soundly. Now that I'd moved, finding work was my main priority again. I'd need all the energy I could get.
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