Atame!

Buckley went to bed early last night because he's covering the breakfast show this week so I decided to settle in for a film. I bypassed Sleepless, Jarhead and Matador and plumped for that old favourite - When Harry Met Sally.

Sadly I fell asleep during a crucial part - from the argument at the wedding through to the reunion at the new year's eve party - I may never know what happened...

Before I nodded off I noticed something that I had never seen before. When they are playing Pictionary and Sally tries to draw Baby Talk the drawing changes half way through and suddenly has no eyes! Then merely seconds later the baby's eyes are back! After watching this film a thousand times I was shocked and a little disturbed. Much like the time I noticed the microphone poking into shot in the classic film Clue (starring Eileen Brennan and Tim Curry.)

I think tonight I'll treat myself to some Almodovar.

Boredom

Yesterday I started a text message conversation with Alison about the noises that distressed, British, wild animals make. This is how bored I am of sitting at home day after day. I applied for a receptionists job yesterday - I think I'd look good in one of those little headsets but I'm not sure how often I could bring myself to read Heat magazine.

Having written that the whole Britney meltdown was fascinating, celebrity fodder. I could watch her shaving her head as often as I could watch the car crash that is Amy Winehouse's life.
Fat, thin, eating disorder, surgery, Jordan, Beckham, Lohan, Hilton blah blah blah but give me Britney losing her children and wearing an ill fitting wig and no knickers and I'm hooked.
So anyway I'm quite bored and do not make a good unemployed person.

Blackpool - again

We're going to Blackpool tonight. We're going to get on a bus, get drunk, eat chips and drive the length of the illuminations. Thankfully it's not a public bus.

This is what happened last time I got drunk on a bus in Blackpool...

Job

It's almost two months since I left my job in Manchester and moved to Preston.
It's beginning to get miserable now without a job. I reckon on average I apply for five jobs and speak to two agencies every day and still nothing.

I have applied for jobs in retail, at the hospital, as an air traffic controller, as a mystery shopper, at the university, at Blackpool Zoo, in call centres, for the police, as a fucking Betterware catalogue distributor, at sports centres and at a garden centre. I'm not fussy you know - as long as it pays and I can get there in under two hours on public transport then I'll go for it. I've looked at temporary & permanent and both full & part time - nothing.

I was watching a spot of television this morning whilst checking my emails for job opportunities and there was a phone in section that I tried to get though to. They were suggesting that people are being snobbish about what kind of job they take and that people thought certain types of work beneath them - this frustrated me somewhat. I am finding that employers are unwilling to look outside their own industry for employees and I am being ignored or refused even an interview because I haven't done exactly that job before. Does this mean that because I took a shop job five years ago as a temporary measure and ended up sticking to retail that I must now work in retail for the next thirty five years of my life? I hope not.

Granted - I don't have a degree but really at the age of thirty three with all the work experience that I have can it really be true that I am that unemployable? I am intelligent, hard working & honest and am willing to start at the bottom - again - in order to work my way through a new career.
Anyhoo - I suppose I'll just have to hope that retail doesn't dry up completely and that I'll find something there eventually....