A long time coming...

Hmm. Last post was 2007... 

I am far too lazy to fill in the events of every little moment since then so just to get you to speed -

• I am now in London
• A silly little thing which the media named the "Credit Crunch" has stolen my job
• It is my first Christmas in our flat
• My boyfriend now has some kind of high profile career
• I have resorted to baking to distract me from desperate emails to agency staff

I have been "without job" for around three weeks. 

I have already began talking to the cat rather too much about subjects which I feel may bore her, I have made 36 fairy cakes and 4 large pasties (cake outcome would have been higher had I not consumed a large quantity of mixture prior to casing..) and I have given myself blisters ironing (?!)

So far my consolation lies in 2 possible opportunities:

Agency 1 has a job on hold which they will put me forward for (no idea how long this may be on hold for (think job may not actually exist and agency are applying some cruel tactic to keep me on books)

Agency 2 requested some further examples of work last Friday and I have heard nothing since (Please note I have also emailed the man since asking for feedback and still nothing - I don't wish to become a stalker but I am getting impatient)

*Please not that there are 6 other agencies but these are all unhelpful

When my boyfriend leaves for work I am without a human to talk to until he arrives home in the evening (as I have no money coming in I feel that I can't justify pointless trips on public transport.) All in all this lack of interaction has led me to become tuned into the little noise on my computer which indicates contact from the outside world. Like a little error noise, that beep gets me all excited - only to discover that ASOS has some more offers (which I can't really buy as am unemployed) or that the homebuilding and renovating show is coming to the NEC... It is now too late in the day to expect an email, so I sink into a mini sulk.

Tomorrow is a dreary day which I have been dreading since last week. I had hoped that I would never experience this during my working life but, alas, I have to trek through the East End of London to the Job centre where I will stand, mortified, whilst someone talks to me about how they think I could improve my skills (obviously a degree these days just isn't enough.) 

I bet £10 they will not have a clue what my job entails and will put me forward for a job in a wallpaper shop...