I got a letter in my inbox today. well, not actually today, but today was the first chance I bothered to open it. It seems that I applied for a job through one of those internet recruitment agencies. Or at least I sent them my CV to do something with it, like a recruitment agency is supposed to do. I knew it was going to be bad news. The fact that the letter was titled "regret.doc" was a bit of a giveaway. Maybe thats why I didn't bother to open it earlier. I've been in a bit of an odd mood these past few weeks, and I'm not big on bad news really. "Dear Kristin" the letter began, "Thank you for sending me your career details which I recently received." Hmm. "You're welcome" I thought, knowing it was going to be bad news. Thats how they always tell you bad news. Start off by seeming all nice and get into your good books, by sounding all sympathetic. And then they shoot you down. "Unfortunately, we are not handling any vacancies which suit your background and experience." At the moment, my background is my brothers messy bedroom, so I can see why a 19 year olds messy bedroom might not be the appropriate setting for work. "I hope you are successful in obtaining a new position, however, should you require any assistance in the future, please do not hesitate to contact us." Assistance with what? with my shopping? I can't remember what job it was that I applied for. I think it was as marketing executive or something. What is an executive anyway? that bit I never really figured out. I found out yesterday that a girl I went to school with has movd to London and become BBC weather girl. Her name is Hannah Moffat. I guess I'll look out for her when I'm entertaining myself with daytime television and trying to think of jobs I could do. So, I still need a job. I was feeling rather down yesterday. All depressed, despondant, and sad. Empty and unhappy. I tried to play my guitar, but that only worked a little bit. With all this time on my hands, I could do so many things. I could sit and write a novel, or an album of music or something. But yesterday I just felt completely out of energy and patience with being creative. It's not something particularly enjoyed feeling. Usually I end up doing crappy jobs, like stuffing envelopes or working in a reception or something, and a million and ten stories come to mind, but becuase I'm working, I can't very well sit and write them down. So I file them away, and somewhere they get forgotten about, or the passion for writing them gets lost in the cogs and fluff in my head. I've got to go to the dentist shortly and have a filling or two. Maybe when I come back, I'll sit down at my brothers computer and put those stories into typed form. A collection of stories. I suppose its not really a good idea to be drinking lemonade and eating chocolate this early in the morning, before a dental appointment really is it? righto. later people, idle+unemployed berry ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email alerts & NEW webcam video instant messaging with Yahoo! Messenger http://im.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+