Hi Sinister. I am looking for a job. I had forgotten how incredibly painful it is. You sit for hours with a cup of coffee, the want ads, and a red pen, and go through each ad hoping that you'll see at least one that looks mildly promising, only to have your hopes dashed when you call the provided number and are informed that the job was filled "this morning". I often think they're lying when they say that, that the secretary is just doing her nails or kicking a cat or whatever it is that people that answer phones for a living do, and they're too busy to patch you through to the right person or give you details on how to apply. Looking for a job also involves driving to different places and screwing up enough courage to ask the 16 year old behind the cash register if they are hiring. After 1,258 negative responses you sort of go into a catatonic state and drive off the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Haha! Just kidding, I would never do that, because the car isn't mine. So, in a vain attempt to keep yourself in cigarettes, you start looking around the house for things to sell on Ebay. This is important, as it is the duty of all jobseekers to Chain Smoke. You also start searching for foreign currency that you could exchange. I have found exactly £3.13 which, barring any unforseen commision, I could exchange for the sum of five dollars and sixteen cents. This is almost enough for two packs of cigarettes. The best part of all of this: I'm simply looking for part-time work to make some money while I work on my dissertation. Funny, I haven't really started work on my dissertation yet, because all my time is spent either a) looking for work, b) complaining about looking for work, or c) worrying about money. I anticipate my search for gainful full-time employment in two months' time will be much more FUN! But enough of this. Good things have happened to me as well. I went on a visit to see Jay (a.k.a. GayJay or Jaylemurph) in North Carolina, where a good time was had, even if it did involve several Near Death Experiences. Also on said trip, I finally got the pleasure of meeting our very own Miss Laura Llew, who was as sweet and adorable as I had anticipated. Unfortunately for all concerned (i.e. ME) she wasn't wearing the Catwoman mask. If she had been, I believe I would have turned all girl-liking and swooned. Also: has anyone ever attended a show in Prospect Park? I'm sort of wary, because it takes places at someplace called the Bandstand at dusk. I wonder if it's at all possible that this whole thing is a complicated attempt to get as many twee people in one place at a time, then steal all their money... come to think of it, I don't care, as I'll be safe from any nefarious doings. Time to go scour the furniture for change. Love, Eric +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+