And So, A Development

And so, a development. 


Spent yesterday in an extremely down mood. Life is really starting to get to me at the moment, and I'd resigned myself to spending the next few weeks in a kind of self-imposed hibernation, trying to keep out the pressures of the outside world and make the most of a shit thing. I visited the shops briefly in the morning and had a quick job search in the afternoon - not that there is much about. Spent so long applying for jobs and failing to get any sort of reply that I'd just about given up. Even checked the copies of my CV I'd sent out to see if I'd written somewhere on them "DON'T EMPLOY THIS MAN, HE IS A CUNT". It would certainly have explained the lack of replies.


Anyway, late yesterday afternoon I checked my phone - which is hardly buzzing with activity at the moment, I'm almost missing the great text debacle of a few weeks back (even if they were all from my mum) - I'd missed a call from Reed's agency, the two-faced swine's who have for so long mucked me about recently. They left a message for me. They want me to start this week at the place I was due to well over a month, and several let-downs ago, for perhaps a month's worth of work. This, while seemingly good news, caused some conflict within me. I mean, they have mucked me about a considerable amount so far, and when I was originally due to start the contract was going to be for 3 or 4 months. The likelihood is that I will have to sign back on immediately after this time is up as well. So, with the obvious problem with that - it takes maybe 6 weeks for you jobseeker's claim to come through - I was wondering if there was any point in signing off, especially if I'm left in the lurch after a couple of weeks.


In my quandary, I decided to text my cousin and a couple of mates for advice. Basically, they were all in agreement that I should probably give it a go, just for a bit of money - which I knew really was the right thing to do - although one of them said I should toss a coin for it, which was hardly considered advice. So there you have it, tomorrow I start work again! To be fair I think I've said this before so it may change by the end of the day. Perhaps I should have posted this at the end of the day.


I'm actually quite nervous about it all - as well as a tad irritated by the timing, this is the first week since August that I've actually got a full week of daytime plans. I do understand the irony of this. But I'm not nervous for the actual job, because I imagine I'll able to do it with my eyes closed, but I haven't worked for a long time and I've learned to rely on my dole money. I have slagged off being on the dole, but it is at least regular, and reliable.


Tomorrow I have been told to dress 'smart-casual', but tending more towards the smart end of the scale, including shoes, no jeans, and a shirt - which as far as I'm concerned, in just 'smart'. As a consequence of this I have decided not to eat anything today so I have a fighting chance of getting into one of my shirts tomorrow morning. Wish me luck, RTBC fans......