Dear Prospective Employer, I’m now even nearlier forty than I was when I began writing this Curriculum Vitæ just over a year ago, and I think I’m now either over my Midlife Crisis, or I’m in the eye of the hurricane. I feel… well: fine, really. I mean, I’m bed-bound with a bad back. And I still have no Job—

We must return for a while to The House on The Corner if we are to explain my last Job; which, Prospective Employer, you may or may not choose to interpret as the beginning of my Career Gap. After we moved to The Mill House in 2017 we kept the old house (and its crippling secondary, or arguably primary, mortgage) with the intention of listing it for sale once the economic uncertainty surrounding Brexit had ended...

In March 2017 I went for a walk down a public footpath that I’d never noticed before in the north of The Landsker County. There was no sign at the top of the lane; but there was a green dotted line on my Ordnance Survey map. I wanted to sneak a look at a house I’d seen on Zoopla, and I was pretty sure this was the place...

The penultimate significant writing Job in my Freelance Career prior to The Midlife Crisis that prompted me to begin this Curriculum Vitæ was for The Tech Agency that Wife # 1 had Worked for Irregularly since we both went Freelance, five years prior, in 2012...

From late 2014 to the end of 2015 I mostly Worked Remotely for an Agency my (graphic-designer) younger brother then worked at, specializing in the Not-For-Profit Sector...

There were a number of other Agencies I worked for remotely over the early-to-mid years of my Freelance Career, Prospective Employer...

In October 2013, Ad Agency # 1—by far my least favourite of the two Ad Agencies at which I’d worked In-House—contacted The Headhunter who’d headhunted me for The Hot Chocolate Job back in March, and asked him to headhunt somebody...

By summer 2013 it was becoming increasingly apparent that Wife #1 was pregnant again. Wife # 1 was thus unable to travel to The Great Wen or The Fairy Place for Work—both of which she’d been doing semi-regularly for the past year...

Over the few weeks I was in The Great Wen working at Ad Agency # 1, my long-term Sideline at The Wine Websites finally drew to a close. Malcolm was taking (very) early retirement to spend more time with his family, and to take a voluntary position at the church...

Work took a backseat to Life after we moved to Wales, Prospective Employer. Girlfriend # 3 and I became Freelancers, thus making a mockery of the basis of the financial agreement we'd made with a bank that had allowed us to move to Wales in the first place...

The end of The University Job was something of A Double-Edged Sword of Damocles—if that makes sense, Prospective Employer?

Girlfriend # 3 got a new Job in The Haven Town in The South of England. I handed My Notice in at The Boutique Agency...

Portillo got me this Job too. I suppose he’d taken the mantle from my mother, in that respect...

Right. So. A couple of months after I started my new part-time Job at The Boutique Agency, I was offered another Part-Time Job...

I moved in with my oldest brother in The Tiny Flat in The Gentrified Periphery of The Great Wen in autumn 2006...

By the time I returned to The UK from The Former Communist Country in July 2005, everything and nothing had changed...

The night before I flew out to The City of a Hundred Spires in The Former Communist Country I went to stay with my oldest brother...

Toward the end of my English degree I’d been having conversations with my mother and Girlfriend # 2...

My time at The University in The City of Crushed Dreams would loom large in my mind for many years after I’d left...

My part-time Halls Catering Job in The City of Crushed Dreams was all that stood between me and Financial Ruin...