I take a bus from a student suburb – the area I will be attending university in a few months time, and where I slept at a friend’s flat following arriving last night. It appears a reasonably affluent area: the buildings are sound and well maintained; the trees and grass in the park are neatly cropped and green; the cars on the street are generally new, clean and devoid of the tell-tale nicks of careless driving; and you can practically see the happy haze of mild hangovers of the few well-dressed, young people (generally all students, or new graduates, I’d wager) who’ve made it out into the streets before mid-day this weekend. I have a light hangover myself.
The job market is a difficult place at the moment, apparently. Though I don’t understand exactly what this means, since now is the first time I’ve been seriously looking for work – this is my only experience of the professional job market and I have nothing to compare it to, so to me it just seems that it’s always this difficult. A “Recruiter’s Market” is the buzz word I’ve heard from everybody…