Posts tagged: writing
A match report on last night’s Group A World Cup Qualifier in Glasgow.
I lay back on my bed and listened to the wolves screeching outside the window. They were fighting. I couldn’t hear everything they were saying but it was about money, and it was always about money with them. I closed my eyes and wondered why it was so important, but what the fuck did I know about money? I was only eight years old.
For once, I take a break from moaning about football and moan about television instead.
Apply for jobs, apply for jobs, apply for jobs. How many is that now? No idea, lost count. What’s this one, not sure, don’t even want it, but need to earn, need to break in, need to write, need to be of use.
Apply for jobs, apply for jobs, apply for jobs. 36 in one day, must be a record. Check your phone, nothing, check your inbox, still nothing, give it an hour, they’ll come, they have to, law of averages and all.
Apply for jobs, apply for jobs, apply for jobs. There’s an email. That’s never good news, they call you if they want you, email if they reject you. “Thank you for applying, unfortunately…” Experience, there’s that word again. May I ask, why? Yes, lack of experience. How do you figure, I’ve been doing this for four years. You need more. How do I get it if you won’t hire me? Do an internship. Work for free? Yes. I’m sorry, I have bills to pay, no can do.
Apply for jobs, apply for jobs, apply for jobs. Find some freelance work. It’s nothing you know about, or care about. That’s okay, there’s money. Not much, it’ll do. Work, work, work. Set up a website, a podcast, blog, blog, blog. Oh look, an email. Only one. Not good news. “Thank you for applying…” May I ask? Yes, you lack experience. How do you figure? We don’t consider what you do ‘work’. But I can’t ‘work’ you won’t hire me. Yes, because you don’t work. I’m going to have to dispute that. We’re sorry, best of luck.
Apply for jobs, apply for jobs, apply for jobs.
The second link tonight is for a piece I wrote about Benfica during the latter part of the ’90s.
One of the most prestigious clubs in the world were overrun by a crooked owner, a manager out of his depth, and seven very fortunate, if uninspiring British footballers.
Marvin Gaye - What’s going on
This record has been my music of choice whilst writing lately. Such a beautifully produced album it’s prefect for having on in the background and jamming to during moments of contemplation.
I love soul.
