I now find that, courtesy of our beloved Con-dems, I am lying on my cooch again, once more blogging, with only myself (i.e. not my back!) to blame... It's odd being unemployed for the first time in my life (I'm not counting those few weeks after graduating!)
Only the other day, rushing through the streets of Newcastle, on my way to College and just back from a job interview (so looking very dapper in a black suit and pink mac), I was accosted by a gentleman of the road, asking me if I had any spare change...
As an automatic response, I shouted, "I'm sorry, I'm unemployed."
To which he shrugged his shoulders and I sensed that he understood. That there was no point in assailing me. That he knows, just as much as anyone, what it's like to be without meaningful work, counting the coins in your pocket and walking away from the aroma of wonderful coffee emanating from yonder cafe, because well, you just shouldn't.
I'm not being morose, mes amis. I know that things will work out. They will. They kind of always do when you're educated, trained, resourceful. I'm just not so sure that those words describe me at the moment!
