Note to self: Job searching is not fun. There is no way in which it can be fun and if I ever find myself tricked into thinking it's fun then someone needs to hit me over the head with something hard and dull very, very, very quickly.

I think, under those circumstances, it would be fitting.

There's plenty of jobs around, but I haven't found my job yet. And it's troubling. I finish work next week and there'll be a little money hanging around by way of my redundancy pay out and another fortnights pay....but after that, zilch. And the rent just won't wait. I figure if I put enough away for the next couple of months I'll be alright. But then there's everything else, the phone, the net, my computer, groceries...I can't rely on my family to feed me forever. As much as the occassional home cooked meal is lovely, I need to start making my own lovely home cooked meals. In my own home.

-Sigh-

I'm feeling a little sad like at the moment.

Time to go shopping. Retail therapy, on a budget, A+++.