Cold Times Ahead…

Cold Morning

Yesterday it was Monday, so I had to check-in on the job centre homepage and sign for that I have checked their job suggestions. 

After that I went for the weekly meeting at the hostel. We have received lots and lots of office furniture as a donation from a local business. That is absolutely wonderful, people are already booking workshops, stays and asking for prices for family reunions next year. 

So far so good. But we still need the last part of the first downpayment. DKK 150.000 which is due by January 1st. 2019. Furthermore, we still haven´t received our VAT no. so we can´t pay any bills as we don´t have access to our bank account.  I wonder why it can take so long to get that VAT no. It´s been more than two months now.  So cold times are ahead – both litterally and cash-flow wise…

Being A Dead Horse

Later Monday I had arranged a meeting at my new union. I wanted them to have a look at my LinkedIn profile, my CV and my applications. Just to check if they were ok and “edible” for the companies I apply at.

All in all it was all fine. But when there are 300 or more applying for that same job it´s so difficult to be the one. The first filter is the HR department. They simply do not have a clue about what profile the manager is looking for. The manager him- or herself often don´t have a clue themselves. So it´s all up to having a good personal and professional network. I discovered I don´t have much professional network outside my former company. Having been in the same multinational company for many years, means I have changed jobs within the company, which has been very convenient, living and working in the same town, with small children and a husband doing his career thing. So every four years – give or take a year – I have found a new job and managed well – until last year. 

I can blame losing my job to misfortune, but my current situation I cannot blame on anyone but myself… according to all my professional advisers. It makes me feel like a dead horse with many riders and noone wants to get off, they just keep on whipping me. Hillarious, isn´t it?