So coming back onto Tumblr again after the absence of 10 days or so (I really should see if I can increase my internet package so this doesn’t keep happening - but it really is animated gifs and YouTubes that kill my usage) is always weird. Like things change so fast, and yet they don’t change at all.
What have I been doing? Dealing with headhunters, mostly. I did an interview for a job I didn’t really want. They offered me the job, I turned it down because they expected me to work 9 hour days standard, but with regular overtime on top of that. When the headhunters asked me what it would take for me to take the job (probably expecting me to ask for more money) I said the only thing that would make me take it was accepting a pro-rata salary for a 4-day work week. They went off to negotiate this, and instead of just coming back and saying no, they came back and did a massive NEG at me. Which, fortunately, I recognised as a neg, and not a reflection on my employability. But still. Long hour overwork culture, I don’t get it. It doesn’t make people more productive, it makes them tired, resentful, and less work gets done instead of more.
So I have a phoner interview tomorrow for another role, and I’m not really keen on that one; I’m not really keen on any of the jobs that headhunters dangle in front of my face, but that might be me, and not the jobs.
I went to Brighton for my birthday - only for a day trip as I was feeling poor. I sat on the seafront and chucked pebbles in the water (you may have seen an illustration of this if the Flickr import worked) and walked back and forth along the pier. Brighton’s pier(s) have awakened the Pier Lust in me and now I desperately want to go on more pier walks. I think the last proper pier walk I did was Santa Monica Pier to Venice Beach Pier, last year in LA. I’m looking at the Essex sea front, because 1) faded seaside glamour!!!! and 2) a million billion Blur songs and 3) this hilarious interview with someone else who was born in Essex but has clearly never been back there since being born and in fact is completely unaware of the stereotypes associated with Essex. (Someone get this man a Mondeo to go with his shellsuit!) Being born in Essex (even by *accident*, as I was) is supposed to be something to be ashamed of. (“Essex Gal” is not a compliment, in fact, it’s the sort of thing most people would go to great lengths *not* to call their mothers.) I’m one to talk, considering I’ve been back there maybe 3 times since my birth. So I thought I should rectify this, because, honestly, there *are* nice bits of Essex.
Anyway, so I wanted to go to Walton-on-the-Naze, because not only the *name* (Naze means nose, but also the “Wal” is of the same Saxon derivation as “Wales” and the -wall in Cornwall. Here be Celts!) but also because it’s namechecked in a Blur song. And apparently there is a walk along the sea wall to Clacton-on-Sea which takes in not one but TWO decaying Essex seafront piers. But I make a poor mod, so I shan’t get in a ruck with any rockers, despite it being bank holiday weekend.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Feel free to tell me what you’ve been up to in the reply box, if you fancy? And if you want a postcard from Walton or Clacton or Shoeburyness or any other forgotten seaside bits of Essex, drop me your address in an ask?