December 19th, 2003


... and I found a job

Well, the "interview" at the Development Office was fun. Paraphrased, it went something like this:

Them: "This is a really tedious job, are you sure you want it?"
Me: "Yep."
Them: "Oooh goody."

So I start on Wednesday Jan 7th, and will be paid the princely sum of £6.06/hr for going through files and pulling out the bits of paper that don't need keeping any more.

Spent the afternoon wandering aimlessly around the shops and failing to find the last Christmas presents that I was looking for. Came home when I realised I was just wandering in circles without having a clue where I was going, & was on the point of just sitting down on the pavement and crying.

All yesterday's positivity seems to have just evaporated. I feel cold, tired, lonely, tired, miserable, tired, frustrated, and FUCKING TIRED. I want to sleep for a month. And I'm off out to work (at the pub) in another 2 hours.