"Congradulations"

I graduated, finally. I say finally, it's been 4 years and only 3 at the university I graduated from. At 23 years old I was one of the eldest. I had to explain to people all the time why I was so old.

Graduating was fun. Walking around Canterbury Cathedral grounds in a robe had many feelings like Harry Potter might have felt had they had graduations. Did Harry graduate? Or was it that saving the world from Voldemort enough to get you a job. This is now what I have to do, get a job. It's been 5 weeks since I left university for good, and jobs I could actually do are quite rare. PAID graduate training schemes, internships, or on-the-job-training jobs anything to do with the theatre or the arts are non-existent in Bristol. I have to be in London. As they say now, many unpaid placements are illegal now, but they get round it by offering travel around London, and food expenses, which is not going to get me far out of Bristol. 

So, I have joined a recruitment agency to hopefully get some temporary work. 70% of what they do is call-centre and I've accepted that I may have to return to this at some point. I did about 5 and a half days of call-centre work in the final term at Kent, doing market research for Facts International (on behalf of Natwest bank). It was mind-numbing. 

I semi read a guardian supplement on 'life after graduation' and it told me to write a blog. That way employers can ask you if you use social media sites, and you can reply with more than 'Facebook'. It also shows that you don't sit around doing nothing at home, but sit on the computer writing down your thoughts on things. I don't want this to be a cliche, but I think it already is. Some people have very interesting blogs where I learn stuff from, like http://x-and-makeup.blogspot.com/ and http://iwenttouniversityandthen.blogspot.com/

I promise to myself not to write this much again.