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Posted Sep 28, 2004
Does anyone have a job I could have?
I promise I'll treat it well. I just want a job of my own.
If anyone's got a job which involves having sex with things, then we're entering 'two birds, one stone' territory.
I think I'm going to frame all of my rejection letters and have them hung on the wall behind my desk when I finally get a job. Who would have thought that achieving a mathematics degree would make you unemployable?
Come to think of it, surgically extracting me from my life and depositing me in someone else's, or just nowhere at all, would be a step up from where I am.
I want to go to bed, but I'm enjoying VH1 far too much. Since I turned it on a while ago, it's just been a stream of excellent music (not biased by the fact that Queen's Tie Your Mother Down was the third track played, honestly) apart from one isolated but drastic drop off the edge of taste- something by (eurgh) oasis. Bryan Ferry at the moment, AC/DC earlier, a bit of Thin Lizzy and T Rex in there too. Quality stuff.
I've spoken to a couple of other friends tonight, the theme orbiting around that of job searching. At least it's not just me. My brother was offering advice on that front earlier. That's right, Mr "I'll spend more on getting to work than I make just because I want to work with my mate", AKA Mr "I'll quit school because I just plain couldn't be bothered". Ah well, he's seventeen and therefore knows everything by default.
Oh no. I just got excited, RE current track on VH1. But false alarm, it's not what I thought it was. It's something altogether more frightening. It's the unfortunate rip off that should never have been: Ice Ice Baby.
Ah well, I'm going to sign off and go to bed now, after having done my bit for politics- voting in Tiscali's Yummy Mummy competition. None of them were particularly yummy. Some where downright inedible.
TK[1]
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Humph
Posted Sep 21, 2004
I'm in a bad mood. I always get that little bit less happy (is that possible, I fail to hear you give a damn about asking) in the run up to 10/10. Just gives me that little extra reminder of exactly how long I've been doing nothing with my existence. I wouldn't mind if it was out of choice, but it isn't. I've spent 21 years working my arse off to achieve various things. I've spent since I finished that trying to find a job, but no one wants to employ me, and I don't even have any friends round here to take my mind off it and give me something to do in my 'recreation' time. I spend 24/7 basically by myself. I'm occasionally given the opportunity to dip into the 'real world' and socialise, but those times are considerably less often than everyone else seems to encounter. I feel like I've missed out on so many of the experiences that most of my peers have taken for granted whilst growing up. I seem to be repulsive to employers and the opposite sex alike, and only marginally more acceptable to society as a whole. I'm fed of being the gooseberry, and fed up of being the 'optional extra' in the lives of everyone I know. I'd like to be someone's first choice, someone's favourite for once, rather than the afterthought.
I think birthdays are possibly even more depressing than christmas.
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Sep 21, 2004
People with no sense of humour CAN be funny
Posted Sep 18, 2004
We've recently updated our home answer phone message with something along the lines of "Hi, we can't find the phone right now, so please leave your name and number and we'll get back to you when we've dredged William's bedroom floor."
One of my parents' comically gnomic-voiced work colleagues, famously devoid of all humour, called this morning...
"Uh, hello, I tried to call last night, but it seems you'd lost your phone. I see you've found it now? Well, anyway..."
Well, it made us laugh.
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Sep 18, 2004
O.k, so tuesday...
Posted Sep 16, 2004
I take my mum into work at 8:30 is as usual, and come back, set my alarm for 10:00 and get back into bed.
Now, my interviw is at 1:00, it takes me around 45 minutes to get up to Leicester on an average day (just under thirty on a clear day with the wind behind me and no police), so why am I getting myself up for 10:00? I have a feeling something's going to go wrong.
Alarm goes off at 10:00, I have a shower, shave and a sh*t, get dressed, grab my stuff, in the car ready to go by 11:30.
At 12:00, having been trundling along behind a little old man in a flat cap driving at just below my natural walking speed, I finally get past him and come up behind a lorry, stopped, just before Great Glen, a small village with about 3 miles of my journey running through it. In front of the lorry is a queue of vehicles, sliding forwards at approximately 0 mph.
At 12:30, I'm about half way through Great Glen, and thinking "S**T and hell to b*****y, I'm going to be late." I fish out my interview invitation from under my jacket on the passenger seat and phone the number on it, informing the Space Centre that I'm stuck in traffic and am going to be late.
At 12:15 I come to the 'blockage' a single temporary traffic light, about twelve cones marking off an area completely failing to be any different from any other random bit of road, with a nice clean white van and a single, solitary, flourescent-jacketed fellow having a fag next to it.
I get past the blockade and the road clears, allowing me to get to the Space centre with no more mishaps. Just the barmy (no, I don't mean 'balmy'- it's been downright weird recently) weather, myself and the hundred or so suicidal maniacs who try to kill me as a matter of routine on any given journey.
I think the interview went O.k- they understood that the lateness wasn't my fault, and said it wouldn't affect my application- but either way, I got a free wander round the Space Centre out of it.
On my way back home, the traffic light had gone. The cones were still there, but had been moved into non- road- blocking positions, and there was absolutely no sign of any work having been done in the vicinty at all.
It was the Gods of Pants Happenings, hovering above me at all times, that placed them there, just to make sure I was late.
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Sep 16, 2004
Pointless Update
Posted Sep 12, 2004
I just updated my friendsreunited profile, and wanted to share it with you in case the email-addy Nazis delete it. I don't think they should- I should be treated leniently for being imaginitive:
"I've just finished a degree in mathematics with astronomy, and looking for something to do with it.
If you want to get in touch with me, the first thing you should do is stand in front of a mirror and ask yourself questions about where you are currently heading and if it's really the best direction for you.
If you still want to get in touch, then you can take the most common shortened form of my first name, follow it with an item of punctuation and follow that, in it's turn, with my surname. Next, you use the keyboard to place one of those cute little "'a' in a circle" symbols, and follow that up with a single word comprising two parts:
1. This, in word- form (4 letters): |
2. The textual representative of the number representing unity.
After this, you punctuate accordingly and finish the whole lot off with a word describing something stringy you might like to catch fish in.
If you can work your way through all that, send me an email or add it to messenger."
In other news, I have a job interview at the Space Centre on tuesday. Wish me luck.
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Sep 12, 2004
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