Gouge
Actually I’m really pissed offI never thought unemployment would be so unenjoyable.
I’ve not worked in six weeks now and I’m sick to death of cashing in my “insurance policies” whilst the dolly birds of employment agencies I’ve signed up with continue to screech at each other like the primping peacocks they all are.
I’ve had job offers in both Nottingham and London, both for less than what I was on in Northampton – and another job interview tomorrow in Northampton – the town I’m trying to get away from.
What happens to the big plans? Though I’m trying to remember its still early days and that time slows down when you have little you have to do. Even more so when you choose not to do things you want to do.
I’ve certainly become a lot unhappier, a lot angrier and a bit more melancholy recenlty. My foot still hurts from falling down the last step at the flat on the day I moved out – the bruises keep coming back every time I twat my foot in the night – and to top it all off – after giving myself something to work towards – getting fit again – I’ve overdone it lifting the smallest of weights and spending too long on a crosstrainer – a piece of equipment I would have poured scorn on a couple of years ago.
When my mother gets back from Greece, I shall force her to help me start my plan towards world domination. My father seems to be off on the right track with no conviction, so why not me? I need to start bankrolling my life again and not wait for dolly birds to throw me crumbs.
I’m just a bit pissed off because my back hurts – I always said that I get angry when I’m physically impaired.
I saw my Grandmother for the first time in about 2 years on Friday. She looked well – one of the eldest residents in her new sheltered place who still gets out and about with all the faculties. I’m still amazed at how age ravages some people early on, yet leaves some older people untouched, apart from the wrinkles. My Nan’s had a hard life, but I think its the desire to keep going that sorts them all out.
I haven’t been out in ages and I don’t remember a conversation with someone who wasn’t either my partner, my family or some idiotic salesperson trying to flog me a job I don’t want, or a tenant I don’t like. So many people trying to part me with the money I used to get so easily, or the time I so craved.
Now the worm has turned and it’s crawled through a big pile of dogcrap.
I hate this computer – I’m indifferent to this house – I’m starting to take things out on N – I’m not even bothered
One things for sure – I’m not staying like this for longer
Moaning bastard. Hmph!
Why doesn’t he just get a job?
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:08am
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