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I ceased to find my particular situation amusing a long time ago. Hence the lack of blogging. To recap: I want to work - quite desperately.

I have now sent out 62 applications - and I have gotten 1 interview. With a temp agency. I have gotten 57 'no thank you' emails, 1 'no thank you' letter and have gotten promptly ignored on 3 occasions.

At the same time, I am considering giving up one of my most cherished passtimes, that of voraciously reading and watching the news. Because every time I do, a somber faced news peddler will inform me that unemployment is on the rise, and that we all face desperat times. Couple that with the fact that those lucky employed people out there will be given massive tax cuts in 2009, I guess it is fair to say that I am getting slightly embittered. When I am not reading or looking at news regarding how I will never get to work again, the human interest story is all about how we all will get much more bang for our buck when we go shopping, thanks to the financial crisis. Well, gee. Rub it in.

So, I am going to do something really disgusting. I am going to send out a handful of applications, and instead of noting that my receptionist job was parttime while I was studying, I am going to delete the word 'parttime' in front of 'Receptionist' on the 'Work' part of my CV, and then I am going to delete the 'MA in English' line from the 'Education' part altogether. Yes, I am going to officially disavow all my much-loved education, for the sake of seeing whether or not it will make a difference. I just want to work! Someone should LET me!

At the same time, I have two meetings with the insurance people coming up - one at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. I am grateful to them for making me get up 3 hours after I currently get to bed - I have a nasty habit of flipping the day/night continuum when left to my own devices. If I manage to stay awake for the rest of the Friday, I might get into a better day rhytm. Then again, if Saturday follows Friday as per the usual arrangement, I would not count on myself to do better.

Also, I am going to look into signing up for one of the 6-week-courses that are on offer for the unemployed so I will have something to get out of bed for. I have not done that previously, because I was under the (now obviously delusional) impression that I was somewhat employable, and would not be available to complete a 6-week course. Man makes plans, and the gods laugh. Me quitting my job must have been the best and soon-to-be longest running joke in Valhal by now.