Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Ireland Till Bust
So, moved aboard from England's beloved North, one night at work I just felt I had had enough, time for some adventuring. I think there may be a sweepstake on behind my back about how long I'd last, after all everybody knew I had no plan, job, accommodation or anything, this was an experiment.
First of, it was all Devo, my fore farthers came form Ireland in search of work and now I'm back her, even came by ferry for added effect. Second, I don't want to get getting afraid of life and it's adventures, so why not!
Planning, perhaps more could have been done. Halfway to the ferry terminal I noticed Id forgotten my back cards, oh dear, and after faffing about I decided best just go anyway and get my bankcards posted, plus that'd encourage me to be a sensible spender, for a change. Upon arriving at the terminal one member of staff told me to get get boarding card and come back to him, I did so, then he told me I was too late despite having 15 mins spare. As I had given my ticket in however, other staff overruled and told me to go the corrrect way thoughly bypassing customs and their bleeping metal detector.
So far so good, get to Dublin, a friend is putting me up for a few nights, first mission get new SIM card, easy peasy, next job hunting, snagg number two, forgotten my CV disk so have to start all over again at great expense in Internet cafes. Monday however, a lot of CVs go out, got no replies, but hey, their loss not mine. That afternoon I went to see a recruitment agency who where so keen to employ me that they called me in England, Celtic Recruitment. I was concrened by the fact that unlike most places they where based way out in Dublin 22, a long trek on the 68 which would have been much more relaxing had the bus driver not been French and on his first day, and so not able to tell me where my stop was. He found out somehow, I assume, because sudddenly he tells me I'm in the place, I alight, I'm in the middle of nowhere, fearing I am the butt of somebodies joke. It was the right place however and for the first time I actually registered with an agency instead of having my CV ignored. I had to do a lot of computer tests, and despite doing fairly poorly (In my opinion, only got 65%) they said they where impressed and had an ideal position, a low grade admin one at a NUrse registration centre. It was a menail task but tehy assured me I'd love the friendly atmosphere (Making me wonder why the last people had left the post). I managed to hunt down the next bus stop, and that was the end of that adventure.
Tuesday, locked in friends flat all day, resort to watching BBC, the kind of thing I wanted to escape from. That evening I was going to view a place to live, but while on the way I got another reply offering a place for 100 Euro a month less so I cancel the first viewing. Of course, God knows this is wrong, so the second place fell though. I was initially using Dublin Flatshare to find a place, not sure why as when we used that to find someone to fill a room when living in Manchester he turned out to be slightly insane and in the end he moonlighted on us, but been having better luck with Daft.ie.
Wednesday, realized the wrong phone number was on my CVs, but no matter as it was shite, write new one, instant reply from Irish Recruitment Consultants, have an interview tomorrow to work in the Guinness Storehouse, huzza!
That is my first update, just noting it to write a crackin' travel book when I get back on how to travel without planning (And what to plan)), so this is a sneak peak. Till then, I have to go towel shopping...
First of, it was all Devo, my fore farthers came form Ireland in search of work and now I'm back her, even came by ferry for added effect. Second, I don't want to get getting afraid of life and it's adventures, so why not!
Planning, perhaps more could have been done. Halfway to the ferry terminal I noticed Id forgotten my back cards, oh dear, and after faffing about I decided best just go anyway and get my bankcards posted, plus that'd encourage me to be a sensible spender, for a change. Upon arriving at the terminal one member of staff told me to get get boarding card and come back to him, I did so, then he told me I was too late despite having 15 mins spare. As I had given my ticket in however, other staff overruled and told me to go the corrrect way thoughly bypassing customs and their bleeping metal detector.
So far so good, get to Dublin, a friend is putting me up for a few nights, first mission get new SIM card, easy peasy, next job hunting, snagg number two, forgotten my CV disk so have to start all over again at great expense in Internet cafes. Monday however, a lot of CVs go out, got no replies, but hey, their loss not mine. That afternoon I went to see a recruitment agency who where so keen to employ me that they called me in England, Celtic Recruitment. I was concrened by the fact that unlike most places they where based way out in Dublin 22, a long trek on the 68 which would have been much more relaxing had the bus driver not been French and on his first day, and so not able to tell me where my stop was. He found out somehow, I assume, because sudddenly he tells me I'm in the place, I alight, I'm in the middle of nowhere, fearing I am the butt of somebodies joke. It was the right place however and for the first time I actually registered with an agency instead of having my CV ignored. I had to do a lot of computer tests, and despite doing fairly poorly (In my opinion, only got 65%) they said they where impressed and had an ideal position, a low grade admin one at a NUrse registration centre. It was a menail task but tehy assured me I'd love the friendly atmosphere (Making me wonder why the last people had left the post). I managed to hunt down the next bus stop, and that was the end of that adventure.
Tuesday, locked in friends flat all day, resort to watching BBC, the kind of thing I wanted to escape from. That evening I was going to view a place to live, but while on the way I got another reply offering a place for 100 Euro a month less so I cancel the first viewing. Of course, God knows this is wrong, so the second place fell though. I was initially using Dublin Flatshare to find a place, not sure why as when we used that to find someone to fill a room when living in Manchester he turned out to be slightly insane and in the end he moonlighted on us, but been having better luck with Daft.ie.
Wednesday, realized the wrong phone number was on my CVs, but no matter as it was shite, write new one, instant reply from Irish Recruitment Consultants, have an interview tomorrow to work in the Guinness Storehouse, huzza!
That is my first update, just noting it to write a crackin' travel book when I get back on how to travel without planning (And what to plan)), so this is a sneak peak. Till then, I have to go towel shopping...
