Monday
It really stings for both the employed and the unemployed.
Yet another day of sifting through the classifieds and internet job databases.
My resolve has cave in and have started applying for civil service jobs (no offence to all ye hardworking civil servants). I never thought I'd ever succumb to having to look for work in the public sector. It sucks because I know that the bureaucracy will kill me. Not one for working within a system of administration marked by officialism and red tape, it seems like I'm going to pimp myself to a bloody communistic regime. Sigh...
All things aside, the 9-5 is attractive, which indicates that I'd probably have a life of some sort.
JUICE magazine advertised for contributors, so have asked people to send in a sample of their writing. Sat in front of the comp for a good part of the afternoon trying to write a review on the Marilyn Manson concert I attended last year. This cemented the fact that it was a wise move not to have wasted my father's money on journalism skool. It was not easy.
My brother says that I am still trying to find my own personal style of writing.
Ah wot the hell, I'm just going to give my two cents worth of the girls and boys that rocked up as Teachers, Enema Nurses, Punks, Defenestrated Geeks and Bunny Rabbits of the Donnie Darko kind.
Haha...actually is just a lame excuse to get the JUICE passes so can get free entry to big events, by turning partying into homework. Apparently dezzo was thinking of applying to be a JUICE freelance photographer a while back. How fun if we both got the freelance jobs and went to similar events!
Sigh...
Where were our big dreams?
It really stings for both the employed and the unemployed.
Yet another day of sifting through the classifieds and internet job databases.
My resolve has cave in and have started applying for civil service jobs (no offence to all ye hardworking civil servants). I never thought I'd ever succumb to having to look for work in the public sector. It sucks because I know that the bureaucracy will kill me. Not one for working within a system of administration marked by officialism and red tape, it seems like I'm going to pimp myself to a bloody communistic regime. Sigh...
All things aside, the 9-5 is attractive, which indicates that I'd probably have a life of some sort.
JUICE magazine advertised for contributors, so have asked people to send in a sample of their writing. Sat in front of the comp for a good part of the afternoon trying to write a review on the Marilyn Manson concert I attended last year. This cemented the fact that it was a wise move not to have wasted my father's money on journalism skool. It was not easy.
My brother says that I am still trying to find my own personal style of writing.
Ah wot the hell, I'm just going to give my two cents worth of the girls and boys that rocked up as Teachers, Enema Nurses, Punks, Defenestrated Geeks and Bunny Rabbits of the Donnie Darko kind.
Haha...actually is just a lame excuse to get the JUICE passes so can get free entry to big events, by turning partying into homework. Apparently dezzo was thinking of applying to be a JUICE freelance photographer a while back. How fun if we both got the freelance jobs and went to similar events!
Sigh...
Where were our big dreams?