I looked in the newspaper this morning in the faint hope that there may be something advertised that I can actually do.
It would seem that I am the ultimate anathema to employment.
I’m over 40.
I don’t know Pastel.
It would not surprise me if they found other things to make me even less employable than I already am. Maybe my ass is too big. Or my hair too short. Or too long. Maybe my shoes are too high or too flat.
To say I’m despondent would be a misnomer. If I don’t find some kind of employment before end of June, I’m screwed. And the only way out of that screwiness would be to cease to exist. And even that I can’t do.
I just don’t know.
One good thing – I’m listening to 8 tracks, trance mix. Here’s the link if you think you might like to hear some of it…
And it’s the weekend baby!!!
Hopefully tomorrow I can get all the stuff I need to make the submersible filter for the pond. The fish should arrive early afternoon, and then we’ll see how it works out. The pond is still holding water, is still clear, and the little feature still sounds lovely 😉
And on that note, may your day be merry and filled with more…