Out of work station...

Here it is. AKH HQ, my centre of operations, the place where it is all going to happen.

It looks just like any other ordinary desk, a bargain at £34.99, but it is much more. This desk is my command centre. These days I think they’re generally called work stations - or in my case out of work stations.

I put my out of work station together without much difficulty and just the teensiest bit of swearing. No matter though, from here I’m going to find a new job and it’s my work station that’s going do it for me. Well, not literally obviously, but it’s going to help.

Just how on earth does anyone without a work station or at least a computer manage to find a job these days? Everything to do with getting a job is on-line – searching for a job, applying for a job, mailing a cover letter, uploading a CV. Today I had to scan something to support an application. Last week I optimised my CV - whatever happened to looking in the paper and writing a letter?

Looking for a job is a job in itself and sometimes it seems harder work than working. So I really needed somewhere to do it properly. I was undertaking my activities in the kitchen, but Gaynor wanted her work surface back and to be honest I don’t blame her. My job hunting stuff was beginning to take over and (as she rightly said) we do have all that space in the cellar.

Of course it won’t all be job hunting down here in the AKH HQ bunker. From here I’ll be rambling my witterings, scanning my scribblings, developing my skills, finding the answers to my questions, opening my mind, sending out my messages, networking, socialising, shopping, playing, and generally getting on with the business of whatever it is that needs to be done at the time.

AKH HQ - down in the cellar in my very own bunker - just like Winston Churchill.

Maybe I’ll get a sign made up and put on a suit and bow tie to go down there. I don’t think I’ll bother with the big cigar though.