Unemploy Me

I was rendered jobless just over one month ago.

My gobby teenage boss, after seeming to take so much joy in talking to me like shit for seven months, decided an appropriate punchline to her joke would be to sack me. And as an extra twist, to do it while I was on holiday.

I received the good news halfway through an expensive haircut, and wondered for a moment whether I might have to get the girl cutting it to stop mid-cut?

My initial response to this sudden unemployment was positive and constructive. For the remainder of the haircut I was cheerful and talkative, before then phoning someone up and swearing at them and then feeling sorry for myself for the rest of the day.

But over the next week I signed on to several agencies, looked into educational possibilities, and applied for countless jobs (at least three). As the month wore on, predictably, and we slid effortlessly into balmy October, I found my hard-line job-seeking resolve was slipping somewhat. Daytime television, video games and onanism were starting to win the fight for my spare time.

I have therefore, in an effort to kick-start a new and constructive Me, decided to document this time of unemployment with a blog, which will very likely be read by absolutely no-one.

Today, I have applied for a job online, watched 'The Wright Stuff' and tried to decide whether I either like Matthew Wright or I hate Matthew Wright, and am now waiting for my mum's new fridge to be delivered.