tubesound

This may read as an apology to some. If you see it that way then, please take it as such...


SG has taken a back seat. It's a low prority when I'm struggling to find work . I don't feel I can accountably attend any meets as I have no money nor any particular happiness to spread and I don't feel I can allow myself hours of roaming the site when I should be looking for work.

I've been unemployed for nearly three months now and the lack of stimulation is depressing. Quite besides that everything that is governed by money has now become a luxury. Including eating properly.

There are several unsympathetic cooperations who still wish to take the money I don't have away from me. Perhaps that's my fault but I would gladly give it to them if I had it and charging me money for not having money is probably definable as idiocy.

I left university with a first class honours degree, a 12,000 debt. and astute powers of critical analysis. Two years down the line and one misplaced job later, I am more impoverished than I have ever been. I recently attended an interview in which the interviewer was more nervous than me and another where the only way to get the job was to be a character of self-promotion, not efficiancy or initiative. Another where the job hangs on a farsical theory of psychometric testing that I nearly refused but for desperation. If only it were as simple as choosing which words best describe me.

(I once took just such a test at great expense to my parents, three hours of paper work, stressfull exam conditions and was handed the result . I was told that I should become an osteopath.)

I have no idea what I'm best at or what I should apply myself to. Therefore, Suicide Girls and Boys, please excuse this time of silence while I try and find out. And Sucicide Friends; I will be back, I just want to come back when I can buy a round of drinks.

Much love,
Huw.