Tuesday wasn't a very exciting day by anyone's imagination. I'd caught a cold off a couple of my so-called friends, and the heavy weekend just gone caught up with me. I'd had about 5 hours sleep per night, as a result of drunkenness and roadworks outside the front of my house, and I think by Tuesday by body had had enough of this shit. So I slept, curled in a ball, for ages.
When I finally woke up, I applied for a few more jobs online and had the rest of some awesome chorizo and courgette pasta I'd made the day before. The trouble is, at the moment the newspaper/journalism industry is a bit fucked. Advertisers are paying less now they can get the same reach online, for less dosh, and the shortfall in revenue is beginning to bite when it comes to jobs. So I'm applying for all sorts of jobs, ones for which I have even the slightest hint of experience. I've applied to a reporter, a press officer, a marketing dude, an administrator, a coordinator in the Sheffield University Department of Oncology, and many more. I haven't got one yet, and it makes me instantly regret the shitty 2:2 I graduated with 3 years ago.
The evening was spent mooching around and tidying the attic room, in preparation for my friend Anna moving in on thursday. I've seen her once in the last 3 months, and it feels like ages.
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