Today I finally caved to financial pressure and registered for Centrewank assistance.
It has been many years since I needed a hand up from Big Brother, yet here I am once more: two degrees, many zillions of dollars in education debt, and still unemployed. All despite best efforts to find work and be a Contributing Member of Society (TM).
I hate you right now, Newcastle. Why must you be a black hole for employment?
Life is lovely, but this whole no-job jazz is giving me the shits.
John has been sending me lots of freelance work requests that look interesting. I've been applying for boring reliable retail jobs but I will look at the freelance stuff on the morrow. I need something to cheer me up.
Thank god for husbands and roller derby and Black Books! They are the wardens of my sanity.