I AM armed and ready with a Bic Biro and a brand new crumple-fabric covered, gold edged, purple diary. No, not a Bridget Jones moment, I have a few years to go before counting my units, nope, this is my attempt to reach new heights of organsiation. At least, that's the plan.
There's something so satisfying about striking each item off your list. It helps to make you feel productive, as opposed to desperate and unemployable, which can happen after too many days suddenly realising it's time for spanking the banker on Deal or No Deal. "It's 4.15pm already?!"
I also have a rather thrilling table to complete in preparation for the Jobcentre fortnightly visit, listing everywhere I've looked for a job and what I plan to do next. I've omitted "sob somewhat" as a possible forward step. I'm actually rather upbeat, but I'm assured that will happen eventually by one of my more negative friends. The same person put a rather thoughtful message in my 25th birthday card: "One step closer to retirement". Hmm, not at this rate.
Unfortunately writing a 'To Do' list, as it turns out, requires a level of delusion. I am incredibly eager to be kept uber busy, and as a result my list now includes various remedial things that probably don't need to be added, but spark a little pride in me all the same. "You see, busy busy", I tell myself, "not all job job job, I still have a life." Gulp.
It all started with Basil (he gets thirsty quickly in our little flat, so thought he should go on the list. ) Before I knew it I had added 'buy stamps'. Oh dear. I most definitely need a job!!
There's something so satisfying about striking each item off your list. It helps to make you feel productive, as opposed to desperate and unemployable, which can happen after too many days suddenly realising it's time for spanking the banker on Deal or No Deal. "It's 4.15pm already?!"
I also have a rather thrilling table to complete in preparation for the Jobcentre fortnightly visit, listing everywhere I've looked for a job and what I plan to do next. I've omitted "sob somewhat" as a possible forward step. I'm actually rather upbeat, but I'm assured that will happen eventually by one of my more negative friends. The same person put a rather thoughtful message in my 25th birthday card: "One step closer to retirement". Hmm, not at this rate.
Unfortunately writing a 'To Do' list, as it turns out, requires a level of delusion. I am incredibly eager to be kept uber busy, and as a result my list now includes various remedial things that probably don't need to be added, but spark a little pride in me all the same. "You see, busy busy", I tell myself, "not all job job job, I still have a life." Gulp.
It all started with Basil (he gets thirsty quickly in our little flat, so thought he should go on the list. ) Before I knew it I had added 'buy stamps'. Oh dear. I most definitely need a job!!
1 comment:
as long as youre buying stamps youre keeping me in employment.
GO JOEY!
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