A couple of weeks ago, I’d almost resigned myself to the idea of being unemployed forever. Despite the cringingly chipper emails that would ping into my inbox from recruitment companies advising me to ‘Keep on, keeping on’ and to ‘Hang in there’, I couldn’t ignore the fact that unemployment in the journalism industry remains a [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Dear Diary...’
July 9, 2009
Signing On
Dun dun duuuuuuun. It’s happened. I’ve signed on for Job Seeker’s Allowance. I am officially on the dole.
Despite all the propaganda depicting smiling, presentable women looking over the shoulders of smart-looking young adults as they fill in simple paperwork while sitting at ergonomically designed beech effect desks, I at best anticipated my first encounter with [...]
June 25, 2009
Remember the Shire, Mr Frodo?
The unthinkable is happening. I’m moving back to my parents’ house.
Thanks to a ‘clerical error’ by my housemate, it turns out that we don’t have the contract on our lovely house until the end of August. We, in fact, have to be out of here this weekend. And since I’m still unemployed and still unable [...]
April 28, 2009
Mwah, Darling!
Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending my cousin’s wedding. I imagine that for a lot of people a family wedding would bring about sighs and apprehension, but as my family is so small this was a pretty big deal for us, and I was really looking forward to it. Indeed, I had a [...]
September 24, 2008
Spiritual Sausages
I haven’t written a blog for four months. FOUR. Which is shameful, especially as nearly every day something happens whereby I end up so disgruntled or awed that I mentally declare that I’ll go home and write a blog about it. But here we are. As a friend of mine commented a while back, now [...]
March 30, 2008
Age only matters if you’re a cheese
…said Oscar nominated American actress Billie Burke, and as a general rule I’m inclined to agree. However, last night brought with it an episode so belief-shakingly eye opening that this morning I woke up feeling like a wheel of three year stored Maytag Blue.
In short, some friends and I went to see angst ridden goth band Aiden. For those [...]
March 23, 2008
But what if…
…it rains/I have to go ballroom dancing/I have to speak Spanish/aliens invade?
Much, I think, to the disappointment of my ex-military father, I have never been able to travel light. In my first car-less year at university, pick ups and drop offs were exhausting affairs comprising of several trips up and down a hill and six [...]
